Redux Poems - Poems about Redux

Watusis are not genetically modified organisms neither are pygmies ~ which is the long and short of it ...

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LAST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL As I was finishing my senior year in high school I knew I wanted out. I wasn’t going to college. No desire or grades. I was 18 after all, almost 19 Everyone asked, “what do you want to do with your life?” I had no idea. Not a clue. But I did know. I wanted...

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In the shade and slip of paternal seas, a daughter dwells, known to all, consumed in thought by maternal deceits. Angel's flared bells blow a squall, in protest of her love for only me. I was a father, and she my child, a fated mistake incarnation, an angry descendant, the sea grows wild. Waves of...

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Reflections upon mine gender identity redux Although heterosexual predilections punctuated physiological pulsations about five inches below innie belly button of mine showcasing undersize male member, when fully erect not much to crow about, contributed diminished masculinity within body electric regarding wordsmith crafting poem linkedin with his feelings of diminished machismo male sexuality sputtered courtesy handy dynamo powered ample male germ cells birthing offspring two healthy...

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Free-Range Limericks Redux My free-range limericks are light They will not keep you up at night You won't find tawdry Anything naughty In my universe, they're just right! 5/13/2023 Poetry form: Free-Range Limerick This is my second limerick that refers to my work in progress, Free-Range Limericks, on wattpad.com. To date, I have posted 25 limericks. They are free-range because they can...

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Alice Alice was just going on eight years old When Lewis Carroll made her fall down a hole. The incredible place she imagined she'd found, Buried in her backyard so far deep underground, Teemed with people and creatures with fabulous features Too strange and bizarre for a child to behold. Some of their stories Lewis failed to unfold, But five better-known ones will...

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Its' been a hot minute since I wrote a poem let alone posted on here. Here ya go. <3 Hopefully more where this came from. Sometimes... words unspoken. redux... Sometimes... words work wonders? -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sometimes... words are better left unspoken. Sometimes... trying too hard will leave you broken. Sometimes... someone will lie to you, and they just won't care. Sometimes... it feels like...

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He squandered time, left fields unplowed, in search of highs, pursuing thrills, neglecting that he'd been endowed with gifts to cultivate and till. He wandered where his heart did please, but pleasure slipped by small degrees. A random walk, no certain line: the storms in life were kept at bay. But with no star to point or shine, he, ere awares, had lost his...

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She has a certain savoir-faire; always clever with the cleaver. Young leveret wants to believe her, follows signs for trim of hare. Too old, her title to recoup, waits patient at the barbershop, then takes a little off the top; a tortoise makes delightful soup....

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O, do you remember how I once was thin? I’ve been there before, and I’ll be there again. But if I chose a fave, food would probably win; I’m in sort of a deep hole before I begin… Because barbecue’d meats are a man’s true delight, And some smoked mac-n-cheese complements all things, right? And I tend to eschew if the...

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There was an old woman: a bit of a shrew - She couldn’t have children, 'cuz guy parts won't do. A shocking pink swath up there on her head, she drank boxed Chianti and raised cats instead. ...

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Prolonged offal bout courtesy constipation... turgid song redux, a worse hellish fate than perdition really sucks As of early morning today - September 8th, 2022, I could not but barely move mine whole body felt analogous to sluggish mollusk frequent constipation found me doubled over in gastrointestinal agony as if elephant stomping on tummy or red livid with rage. I've re: created how bull heaver in fiber...

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The Dodo, it’s curious Lived down in Mauritius A bit east of Madagascar, You can’t get there with your car. It’s an island, and it’s quite remote But you wouldn’t need an overcoat You won’t get there with your time machine Unless your machine floats. Right off the Indian continent, If a Dodo was incontinent What would he wear not to spill content? Well, that...

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Brunhilde, Brunhilde Alas, where’s Matilda? You killed, yes you killed a Sweet waltzer with grace. Brunhilde, Brunhilde Foretold, now fulfilled, A billabong’s filled, A poor girl’s in that place. ---------- H/T to Maurice Rigoler's Brunhilde...

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I keep writing these poems, and then I delete 'bout an unpleasant subject I found in a tweet if you saw what I wrote, you would prob'ly agree I was dropped as a child and something's just not right about me You can ignore the verses, you can love 'em or leave 'em But whatever you do, don't you ever...

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