Yakking Poems - Poems about Yakking

...My muse has been hiding out And with no peep, squeak or shout She must be sound asleep No words, just counting sheep Tired of the poetry drought Oh where, O where has my gypsy muse flown Seem......

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... My muse has been hiding out And with no peep, squeak or shout She must be sound asleep No words, just counting sheep Tired of the poetry drought Oh where, O where has my gypsy ......

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...My muse has been hiding out And with no peep, squeak or shout She must be sound asleep No words, just counting sheep Tired of the poetry drought Oh where, O where has my gypsy muse flown ......

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...(“Dark Pool of Light Nebula”, 2011, original oil) The Space of Dreams The space of dreams is a mysterious place. Where exactly is it? Some would quickly say Only within the neural nets......

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...The old fart (alter cocker) shuffle as one fairly long run on sentence unwittingly made locally famous courtesy residents here at Highland Manor Apartments as first one foot and then the oth......

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...Adolescent infatuations...never consummated Greetings reader from a cross between an aging seventy inch long (ringing ding dong) haired pencil necked geek and a Norwegian bachelor farmer wannabe; ......

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...Natural soporific narcotic Recurrent suicidal thoughts vaingloriously wend along winding road within windmills of my mind (o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd) yakking, yanking, and yawking zea......

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...Beware of politicians whose active manifesto Is always to speak ill of other candidates and opposition parties. They are the real problems! Beware of political goons and rumour-mongers, spin......

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...The difference between a social butterfly and a wallflower ~ I'm busy yakking now Gimme an hour or so .........

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...Day 1 I stomp into class black big Boots they work Good to make an impact See the teacher flinch Dumb ; its what she gets Eyes judging mouth yakking Puffy feet pounding up And down the aisle......

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...Incorrigible Recalcitrant - Doppelganger (mine) Ala Goofus and Gallant highlights my diametrically divergent alter egos always the reserved obedient docile boy afeared to stray outside nar......

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...Jabbering Ignominious Hypocrite Gabbles - against the backdrop of gross unbridled viscous wracking zealotry bruiting extinguishing inherent national trust... Poetic Introduction: I wax and wa......

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...After beguiling charisma, damnable excoriations fixedly, gamely, horribly, insult jesting, kibitzing, loosely mindless nattering, outlandish pablum, quintessentially representing senseless tru......

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...when into scaly claws, sans first to sixth grade Precambrian relic (Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse, Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner, or Miss Rinderle). Invariably the majority ......

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...index finger of left hand (likened to Michelangelo meticulously chiseling away at marble block), this poe whit attempts to coax (zealously tap into his latent indivisible quo shu......

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