Long Wean Poems

A field day shoe fit for Mother Goose
  
Fruitless effort squeezing figurative juice
Pandora called triggering 
helter skelter to get loose
necessitating Bullwinkle J. Moose
to usher at yours truly 
(an aspiring wordsmith) vamoose!

Hey diddle diddle the...

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Mother Goose would find her tail feathers ruffled 

Hey diddle diddle 
the cat and the fiddle
when off to see 
a crooked man and woman,
whilst cowards jumped 
over moo ving little
pair of mismatched muggles,
who both walked...

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[ For Contest : Ghost of Frankenstein 
Sponsor : Tom Woody
submitted: 9/5/25 ]

Many starry nights I lay
in my wooden cabin next to your 
sanctuary waiting for whisperings
from your past, wisdom words

I wrote odes about a...

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curt hissy Matthew Scott Harris
who wishes ewe well
to make $cents of the following
mumbo jumbo lettered gumbo.

Hip puck crease see
(ad hoc) key hide dee claim
haint how my noggin 
comports itself to take aim,
cuz ear lee aire...

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O albatross guide my loosed soul  
from the shipwreck seized by sandy shoal

persuasive Polar Star in quiet pull
a sailor’s tired eyes gone dark 
I will dream while we fly 

on wings that span horizons...

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Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle
   when off to see a crooked man and woman
whilst cowards jumped over moo ving little
   pair of mismatched muggles, 
   who...

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1. Your few dents don’t join to form a rabble
I am still in growth, talking in babbles
not bad to be a hen and a sparrow
still much needed by me, a straight arrow
from the two sides,...

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Oh, Albert its Alice
I missed you today
Many years since you went away 
You left me with orders
To await your return
Oh Albert its Alice 
We had so much to learn 

I remember that summer of 1913
The...

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The new roves are not like the old,
They purvey an unwieldy aspect
To their elderly kindred folk;
Even on this steep hill forms encroach
Upon an edifice grand of bygone grandeur;

 So to ‘Ghurt Muire’ that Jacobean domain
With...

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Thar was nae richt ae laddie sair
wha heft a cave 'side Galloway,
wi' nae jaiken he griftit dare
as he was nae tae lippen tae.

Ill-naitur'd  fishwife he haud in wi',
the twa 'greed tae gang the'gither.
She haud...

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I can never comply with fastidious hygiene

Try as thee most persuasive person might,
he/him, she/her,
they, them... can never wean
yours truly always objected
being told when to bathe/shower
particularly when puberty
found yours truly a tween
and my mother (deceased eighteen
plus...

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Nothing to see so little to hear
speak and be silenced.
Smells peculiar...
Are my thoughts even mine?
Everything is glorious in the shadows of night
Bright lights that dim truth all sparkle and dreamy
City of savage fun and instant...

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It's remarkable how strong denial can be,
it appears that the wise have it right.
Most who vote, in their nibs, trust a flatterer’s fibs,
(hide their heads in the sand, hate a 'fight.')

So, we vote for our...

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3.07
“Strange that knowing lust
as an enemy of knowledge,
one so weak and nearing death 
should still crave sensual pleasure”

3.13
“Why should a person of steady mind, 
who sees the nothingness of objects, 
prefer one thing to another?”

3.14
“He...

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With heritage of dragon lore,
and hills and valleys shore to shore.
From the land of leeks and daffs,
there came a lass born of a Taff.

Roman walls built strong and bold,
surround a fortress very old.
From English city...

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The Age of Man

We carried on
The age of man
Till moon of tin bore
An electric sun

And all machines 
Shone bright and clean
Keeping silent
But wanting more

Till the purpose mind
Did loose its time 
In idle waves lament
Through prostitution...

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The Age of Man

We carried on
The age of man
Till moon of tin bore
An electric sun

And all machines 
Shone bright and clean
Keeping silent
But wanting more

Till the purpose mind
Did loose its time 
In idle waves lament
Through prostitution...

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There is a nail scarred footprint on the back of Satan's neck
Although for a time and here for now he will make your life a wreck
But take great heart for the Christian as Paul eagerly...

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Tis' the age of twitter
and sharing social status
Often quite bitter 
that tech apparatus
                      ...

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On earth I know of no such taste, 
      No nectar of the Gods so chaste,
So pure, so gentle, full of grace;
      As my true...

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St. Francis, St. Francis,
Saint of caged animals,
"Lock down" at 3...
Then supper and tea...

But there must be no caffeine,
And no coffee at all...
Staff fearing us nut-jobs,
But it wasn't our call...
And we were told,
Why we're alllowed no...

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Vape Puffing On

The verdict or rather, the decision has been made…
Concerned Malaysians, sit up and take good heed..

The higher authorities has decreed that vape puffing is ok…
After all the publicity over its growing popularity, it...

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It don't do much good lookin' back 
But maybe if we could
We'd find another way to take
That'd be for a greater good

Maybe it's worth a look
The preacher he thought we should

Nineteen seventy-nine it was 
And...

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Noire,greenish and poisonous,
cold freezing,
in heaps,
incoherent and sad,
in flakes that were shambles,
she was an emotional wreck,
some black african mamba had bitten,
and bitten deep in,
soul had been torn,
and faith was tattered and worn,
she was at mercy of...

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A Spiritual Narrative

Love Is to be, or not to be, you see
The soul’s choice to be , is made freely
Love , the source, of course, of which souls partake 
To be love, from above

You were...

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