Long Yodels Poems

I was a learned college professor, who was forever eager to know more,
As blue-gray waves, finding sandy beaches, turn to seek another shore.

I drove to work smiling, in those tangerine days, so glad for avid...

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In summer re: I haint getting undressed!

Hence donning entire wardrobe,
Saint Nick outfit including,
while trumpeting think spring
argh only about four plus months away
lest some big bird willingly
takes me under their wing
undiscovered since I won't be peaking,
nor...

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I relish sparring repartee of clever quips...

Particularly, when voicing and/or
writing bon mots doth betake
chuckling clownlike me 
rumbled stilled skin,
and e'en rouses 
this mummified corpse
(asleep for bajillion years) 
among sleepers awake,
where mine inside belly 
doth pleasantly...

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Do you remember the house by the lake?
The house that was always filled
with a thousand good times,
a house that never saw a tear
nor heard a sad tale,
the house that saw sunrises
and sunsets 
and heard thunder...

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Quatrain 1
Sitting alone at nadir in serpentine sloth;
it is placed on the breeding typo.
A slight failure comes out of the emptiness and makes
successful that which should not be believed in the rain.

Quatrain 2
The worm in...

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He was the Yodelling King of Whitby.
On a calm clear weather day
You could hear his practice yodels
On the cliffs at Robin Hoods bay.

He would stand there at the bar
In his Tyrolean feathered hat
With dark brown...

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Ladies and gentlemen, and all the rest
We do entertain you to the fullest
As pickle members of well-being zest
Showing functional roles for healthy quest
Making us thank God*, we’re uniquely blest!

Ready are we to show our savory...

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I get so bored and restless
On this walk that we call life
So I took up yodel lessons
Now I yodel out in rhyme

So sit back my friend and relax
As we have ourselves some fun
In what I...

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it doesn't take a lot
to make some people happy
a midnight snack of goodies
with that, oh so sweet, cold milk

could be Malomars,Fig Newtons,
or those yummy chocolate covered
Ring-Dings......
just a small sampling of how
sometimes these small wonders
help us...

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One leaving year, is sketching to a close.
There will arise a fresh, one beginning.  
Bid farewell to anything that is morose.
Reach along the striking sides on living.

Those Promises become a drilling in vanity. 
Beings direct bearings...

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Any type of poem I write
Breaks my mind of the
Concrete that it sits in
Delivering myself a headache that 
Erodes my brain which often
Finds me with nothing to
Gestate into a creation of write that is
Hidden among...

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Pale crimson skies
Stretched beyond repair. 
Clouds as scarce as life
Above the desert’s lair. 

Upon the sarcous traces
Of the dusty morsels, 
Rain from a wispy heart
Like drunken yodels.

From the parched sands,
Palatable scents diffuse. 
It approaches, it...

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No more Twinkies, no more Yodels;
Say farewell to Sno Balls, too.
Ring Dings soon will be extinct
And Devil Dogs, as well, are through.

Plus you’ll have to wonder where
Your fluffy white bread went because
If Wonder was the...

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