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My Friend
I still dip my french fries in Strawberry milkshake at McDonald's, and give them little hats of pink foam, like we used to.
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Poets
An Ode to Odes
Who writes an ode to odes? Who dares to be so bold? Or is it all just a load A pile of… Okay just wrap it up It’s too dumb
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Pantser
HOOONNNEEEYYY!! Where are my pants? I laugh at that line every time And every time I hear the word pantser That’s where my mind goes
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
My Hook
Did I ever say how happy I am, every time I come home, and you greet me? When I’m tired and sleepy after a long day, you always salute me
By Mo Darasi2 years ago in Poets
Step Into the Tomb
Archaeologists, quite a bunch of saps, afraid to open China's emperor's traps, because they’re to busy playing craps. In the tomb of the old Qin, they dare not tread, for fear of booby traps that lie ahead. That’s the excuse that they said!
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Poets
Control Me
All televisions come with buttons for control: power on or off and volume up and down. My beloved television, you hold all of my favorite shows. You hang out with me for many hours on end sometimes without frown.
By Latoya Giles 2 years ago in Poets
Operatic Obituary
I didn't know Louie Miller, but I heard he was a very caring man. I knew the rest, though. I knew them all. I loved them all. I had them all, when they were alive--dreaming, scheming, and ambitious.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Tiradora The Annihilator. Content Warning.
Tiradora! Bombs! Come on, Tiradora! Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-Tiradora Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-Tiradora Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-Tiradora Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-Tiradora
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
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Talk about what can feel like an authentic old school wooden roller coaster ride, where one day it is all good times, fun, and games, ala slip-n-slide; Yet always with a pendulum swinging attempting to balance things out at all times, or just simply even keel, as seems to be the plan, so very true and tried.
By Arthur Walton2 years ago in Poets
Ode to a Lighter
Oh, tiny harbinger of flame and heat, A hand-held Prometheus, compact, discreet, With flick and spark you summon fire's embrace,
By Abnoan Muniz2 years ago in Poets
Ode to Scissors
O tool of dual blades, sleek in grace, With artful symmetry and purpose embraced, Silent dancer, gliding, cutting 'cross the field,
By Abnoan Muniz2 years ago in Poets
Fairy Tales And Nursery Rhymes I Heard Growing Up
The Butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker, and what no dishwasher? Not the picture above of the duck or that kind of washer.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets