Long Wheedle Poems

Some pro's and con's of being connected to virtual reality

Dune not be bashful, grumpy, leery
or any other contemporary dwarf man
regarding countless less well known dwarves
(that never got a chance
to play a bit part) such as...

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[Now ShallowMan is quite content
receiving FactoidMan’s consent
to quibble and express dissent
as long as keeping covenant
with fingers crossed and belfry bent
when viewing Facts in sealed cement:]

SM
“The Facts you give me circumvent
those ‘truths’ your chuckles supplement;
although they...

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Some Pro's and Con's of being Virtually Connected to Reality poetic verses

Dune not be bashful, grumpy, leery
or any other contemporary dwarf man
even countless less well known dwarves
(that never got a chance
to play a bit part)...

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Rugby SCRUM* DANCE for Divorced and Dis-abused Wedding Guests

(Packs made up of eight « players » (see note below) may be formed indifferently : either segregate the sexes or mix them up. No sweat !...

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Dune not be bashful, grumpy, leery 
   or any other contemporary dwarf man
even countless less well known dwarves 
   (that never got a chance 
   to play a bit...

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Donald trump = pathological psychopath

Fred Trump taught his sole son Donald 
how to steal the leading way into more ass, 
though no hint given, nor prediction forecast 
in his growing up years, that would foretell,...

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Kindled my soul at the time of my birth.
It feeds my craving for the boundless,
superior joys of desiring to be soulless.
Owing to the breadth-widening death. 

Like it drew the moth to the fire spot,
Your heart will...

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Rodents can be loquacious
That includes your average gerbil
They love to prattle, chat and blather
They really are quite verbal

Hamsters are talkative too
Just as garrulous as can be
With running mouth and wheel to match
They are a sight...

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While we dwell to this dreidel,
I seek to know before a sear,
Even in the most ineluctable dandle,
The fruit to which may indeed bear;
In the imbue oblivion, I tell a riddle,
Most morass yet merely in fear,
For...

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This is just a love song.
I hope you all care.
I just want to be a millionaire.
Life is thriving for success.
I just want to do my very best.

Underneath a rainbow, after the rainfalls, this is my...

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I've often wondered who dealt with
fairy tale complaints. There seems to
be a lot of them among the fairy tale
acquaints.

Here are just a few suggestions I myself
if could, would make and maybe fairy Tale
land would be...

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Juvenile delinquency has exposed growth to the fiddle
time fastens for maturity to face this compulsory wheedle.

How long and straight forward is this short cut to the moon?
Consequence has made later more favourable than soon.

Just when...

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Beneath hardened and thickened wings,
Twinkling soft and cold mystical lights mesmerize.
Showing off Reels, jigs, poussettes, and flings.
Dark nooks cutely they burglarize.

Swaying around their electronic duff,
Spreading friendly vibes, they light up the dark.
Elated with joy they...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : XV & XVI

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What do you do when a poem’s not funny?
What do you do when it hits a raw nerve?
What do you do when it’s not warm and sunny?
What do you do when life’s thrown it a...

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We all employ them in different ways,
most wisely, to inspire, cheer or praise.
Some try to keep them clean, and some do not.
Depleted of them, we can’t voice a thought.

We use them to make small talk,...

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“Give me the phone Effie.
I have to make a call.” 
She handed it over to me
and walked into the hall.

The inspector had no clues.
He asked for my two cents,
asked me to give him my views.
I...

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Down the difficult road,

they harkened to 

go before me. 


They were sick and tired

of being dragged down here

And the desert and the palm trees

were calling ..

The night was so dark 

But they heard of no fear ..


At dawn, 

taken...

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time travel’n peace —
ought we find rather death,
war — tread on me.

funny the face, the companionship
of outer space, the innocence
of the sun and sky.

she still provides
the radiance of warmth;
him the blue or gray stormy eyes.

down...

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Have to get some bread and milk,
always needing more,
Then to seek my dealer
needle him to give a score.

Kids are always wailing,
never any peace.
Like a wailing wall
they never seem to cease!

Damp is smelling so much worse,
should...

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A quilt is a poem that’s been crafted
With stitches that cleverly mime
The words that a poet has drafted
In manner and rhythm and rhyme.

For in piecing a pattern together,
Every section, once stark and alone,
Must be seamlessly...

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*Sharp And To The Point
Written: by Tom Wright
10-12-2019

I’ve never been one, 
being inclined to wheedle.
And sometimes my words,
resemble a sewing needle.*

On occasion I’ve been told,
that my words intimidate.
Because I’m always inclined,
to give it to you...

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