Short Bleeping Poems

Busy Robo- apians
Censoring Homo- sapiens...

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Poetry censor
Bleep bleepity bleep bleep bleep
Bleeping bleep bleep bleep...

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we are being judged       
by bleeping morons 
whose judgments
lie somewhere 
between
more 
and 
on...

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We ingest about 70 insects while sleeping
Tell me these facts are fictitious, my mind's bleeping
Yucky I say
Not true, NO WAY!
But I'll still stay awake to catch these guy's a-leaping...

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In a lifetime, we ingest 70 insects while sleeping
Tell me these facts are fictitious, my mind is bleeping
Yucky I say
Not true, NO WAY!
But I'll stay awake to catch these guy's leaping...

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In a lifetime, we ingest 70 insects and 10 spiders while sleeping
Tell me these facts are fictitious, my mind's bleeping
Yucky I say
Not true, NO WAY!
But I'll still stay awake to catch these guy's a-leaping...

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No matter how we try to create or imagine
Some sort of utopia within this pathetic world ?
Welcome to another day I heard the bleeping fool say
As they sailed away atop their tactical tortoise tombstone ships....
Ichneumonflies his mete's lap dog larvae enterprise; epileptic metempsychosis....

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(preferably read in a Boston accent)

When pesky problems piss you off
At no one in particular,
Or bleeping blockheads boil your blood
To rage like old Caligula,
Or dawdling drivers make you mull
Mass homicide, vehicular,
Don’t blame yourself; it’s not your fault;
It’s just your darn amygdala....

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It seems that all I hear is bleep
Hatred not meant to keep
Bleep bleep bleep
All those words stuck in your brain
You want to have them stop saying those names
Like bleep bleep bleep
When bleep isn’t even a bleep word
All the bleep words aren’t absurd
Its just bleep bleep bleep
All I hear is bleep bleep bleep
Stop the bleeping bleep bleep bleeeeep!...

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Manipulation
Procrastination
Isolation
No motivation

Bell rings
Kettle sings
Timer dings
Pendulum swings

Frenetic
Pathetic
No work ethic
Copacetic

Obsession
Possession
Depression
Aggression 

Alarm beeping
Secret keeping
Trauma steeping
Expletive bleeping

Dramatic
Ecstatic
Fanatic
Traumatic

Affliction
Suspicion
Mortician
Addiction...

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All quiet on the western front:
The rest, in bed, still sleeping.
Then, audibly, I hear a grunt;
The neck hairs start their creeping.

Then springing up from on the couch
To do a full room sweeping,
I stub a toe, a stifled ouch,
And words that need some bleeping.

And there beneath me, I can vouch,
The monitor is beeping.
It’s Vivian, no ogrish grouch,
Whose company I’m keeping....

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Stroke Victim
Time is Brain
F.A.S.T. learners gain

Bleeping Busy Bees
Busy Robo- apians
Censoring Homo- sapiens

Turbid Transparency
Dark money donors
Opaque Senate owners

Turtle Hurdles
Baby sea turtles
Face huge hurdles

Take Responsibility
Stay in front
Bear the brunt

Checks and Balances
One man's solution
Trumps the Constitution?...

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Your
death
hit me
very hard
I’d sat by your side
until the machine stopped bleeping.
Your chest remained still as you’d taken your final breath
I wept as I closed your eyes, kissing your icy cheek I whispered adieu my darling

FICTION POEM

Writing Challenge January, 2019- Fibonacci - Poetry Contest

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Light dawns outside and yet the clock
delays its morning squawk. Of late,
my furry mate and I would walk,
but balk she does till nearly eight.
It’s great that she can stay asleep;
I leap from bed at hours strange.
Deranged to most, I wish they’d keep
on saving, stop the bleeping change.


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A 'Wreathed Octave', ababcdcd where lines 2-8 have an internal rhyme with the previous line's end rhyme. (e.g., clock/squawk, late/mate, etc.)...

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Tick tock,
No time for her son,
‘On Tiktok bleeping her cleavages to strange men,
Social media hallucination, 
living a lie,
Here, everything is perfect,
The sky is blue, it never rains,
Everyone is rich & poverty is slang on the lips of black men,
Here, love is beautiful;
Till breakfast is served in court,
We lie too much,
Like politicians, our tongues are twisted,
Curled, tangled, braided in self-deceit,
Sometimes God doubts he created us,
We lie too much....

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