A is for anticipation.
P is for participation.
F/I is for filmed in Imax.
A is for an anticlimax.
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Pulitzer Bait
What in the sheltered blue of dawn
Was in the sunlight brown as fawn
Turned reddish bronze in ochre night
And yellow in the Summer’s flight.
The spectrum warranted by such
Invoked in hearts a feeling much
As was supposed in rumor and buzz
That no one knew just what it was.
Opaqueness faded into clear
As people gathered far and near
To gaze on the whatever thing
Until the spoken truth would ring.
Alas as stanzas came and went,
The verses writ and meter bent
It soon was clear that even I,
The poet, could not identify
Just what in sheltered blue of dawn
Would visably change as all looked on.
This ending fixed inside my head
I thought of a rhyme and went to bed.
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Very Little Planning Went Into This Poem (Or My Day In General)
It’s late.
I’m tired.
Trump says
“You’re fired.”
I lack
My mind.
People who can’t see
Are blind.
I waited
So long
To write
What’s wrong
Yet still
My other stuff
Is often worse
So there. *Huff*
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I Made Them For You!
Goats don’t make good rolling pins:
That’s how this recipe begins.
They kick and spit and stomp and bray
But my cookies taste fine anyway.
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…And Don’t Even Get Me Started On Verse And Meter!
A picture is worth a thousand words…
I’m sure there’s a poem there.
Normally I’d be lazy and post a picture
But tonight even that much I don’t care.
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Never Elect A Plant
Power corrupts
So flower power
Can cause, for some,
Hydrangea dange’a.
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Lacking Results From My C/T Scan (In A Sense)
I have a confession:
I can’t spell dietician.
Autocorrect is not helpful
And abuses its position.
If it has a “c” or “t”
For the ician/itian portion
Forces all my logic
To perform quite the contortion.
I was going to write a poem
Full of whimsy, fun, and laughter
But I lacked aforementioned spellings
That I’d long-since afore-sought after.
Thus you get this poem
Lacking good diet advice.
On the bright side dumbness inspired me
And I guess that’s pretty nice.
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I Propose A New Form Of Government, With Blackjack… And Hookers
“People can’t be trusted
“To govern themselves.”
Thus spake the many to you.
“But we, the incompetent
“Untrustworthy many
“Have the wisdom to pick those who’ll do.”
And so those who can’t govern
Pick from among them
An elite narcissistic few
And that, my dear readers,
Is why we the people
Are quite democratically screwed.
Filed under Poems, To the Reader
The Cards Started Strong
Some of my friends are Hearts,
Full of love and kind and soft.
Other friends are Diamonds,
All rich and perfectly coiffed.
Some of my friends are Clubs
‘Cause they’re blunt and like to drink.
But I don’t yet know any Spades
Or anything relevant that rhymes with drink.
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The Daily Travesty 