Long Waggish Poems

My friend has gone shopping for chicken stock.
I miss her so much.
The drapes are drawn
I have to see, cannot be closed in
I miss my outer side so much.

Outside, last winter’s trees are clutching a few...

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On the other side of the village, there lived an old woman.
Every day, she walked barefoot on a country dusty road,
passing by our neighborhood.

In the summer, we played all day long in the dust,
We, curious...

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Antisocial anacondas don't associate in numbers;
Bears and beavers don't become the best of friends.
Civet cats catch rats, so is it any wonder
On doleful dingoes dire dilemmas do descend?
Effete elephants eschew jumping, it's ungraceful;
"Frenching" frogs will...

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Neither fame, nor fortune sought,
sans this anonymous wordsmith,
whose quirky pastiche (no matter
evokes collywobbles, when risky
business undertaken to spill forth
most confidential personal woes),

broadcasting a heart of darkness,
Joseph Conrad might find quaint-
lee amusing, & considerably less
far reaching...

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It's hard to be Harry's Mommy
He is like a raving Tsunami. 

"Why didn't you do the homework Harry?"
"The letters were gulped by the papers, Mommy". 
"Why is the bedsheet so messy, Harry?"
"It wanted to dance...

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I have a pet, a smart little dachshund
Whenever I go out, he follows me always
Watching him wag his tail is fun
Mischievous he is, his antics amaze

Raven black is his shining skin,
With drooping ears hanging down.
My...

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Unlikely
this romance between
Miss Cricket
and stodgy
Buddy Biddle, so stagnant
set in his ways, stuck

While Cricket
eighty-nine years young
dances rings
around him
full of impish energy
mischievous antics

He proposed
but Miss Cricket won't
marry him
knows better
she's outlived countless lovers
and won't be tied down

She's having
way...

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I’m Face-Timing with my Grandmère, we touch-base once a week. I love that face, wrinkled, like wind-weathered driftwood, and she’s a wag. “Are you familiar with the ECB?” She asks.

I wince at this odd turn...

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BULINGDON  BOYS


    Bogus ! Bullingdon boys !
    Engaged in chaotic noise,
    raising cheerful voice
          but not...

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Dad could roll a cigarette
with just two fingers
and the tip of his tongue.
I saw him do this once
in a wind storm.

Magically
he would shave just close enough
to keep his grizzled face
blue by the light of a...

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THESE BUTTERFLY KISSES
 
I cannot tell what happened
But I heard somebody telling me:
 
“They vanished in thin air”

“My butterfly kisses are broken wings”
 
“I know no butterfly kisses”

Yes! They told me like this:

I am Petal from rosebud secondary,
I...

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Semblative a poet's wooer
A villain's swain
         wot not?
The complex pox,a sickly
wine?
Whore,a huligan mazzle
sooner the old blue wanes
What remains?
         Waggish...

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Get barefoot and walk on grass
Skip too if you may; enjoy long laughs
            Catch a firefly and watch it glow    ...

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Here's a bit of trivia from World War Two I'll bet you didn't know,

Concerning the war-time Prime Minister of Japan, Hideki Tojo of Tokyo.

After the war hapless Hideki was jailed in Tokyo's Sugamo Prison,

Where he...

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