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I imagine spring arrives black dress, thigh boots, satin glove begrudging and disinterested for 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 has left her love. I imagine she's kept her habits from the dark depths of hell blowing smoke in the face of daffodil and bluebell. The world opens up with sweetness and glee and she rolls her eyes muttering "yeah... It's me."
— Carolina Outcrop
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inkpug · 2 months
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thevioletdaffodil · 2 months
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SOMETIMES WE WALK THE PLANK
SOMETIMES WE LICK THE HULL
SOMETIMES WE MOP THE VOMIT
OR THE SHIT OF THE SEAGULL!
AHOY!
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ramyeongif · 3 months
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To be frank, it must be so confusing to be Frank. . To Frank what it means to be Frank might be different from what it means to be frank but if I am to be frank (not Frank, for I am Lucy) perhaps the most meaningful way for Frank… to be might be to be as frank as Frank can be - authentic and unafraid to be Frank (and/or frank).
#FunnyPoems
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charlottelunayoung · 4 months
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"Why is it no one ever sent me yet / One perfect limousine, do you suppose?"
Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!
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A Funny Poem
Free. Tips welcome 💖
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happyman42 · 3 months
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Poets in the Halls (9/2/15)
The ghosts of poets
Old and young
Invade our house
Every single day.
They sweep the floors
With pencils made of clay
And scrub away boredom
With clever wordplay.
They make no noise
But don't fear
They don't bring bad spirits,
Only bring good beer.
Don't tremble or flee
They aren't scary or mean
They just want to come over for the night And work on their poetry.
So grab a seat
And have a listen,
Maybe they'll make your eyes glisten
From their wild imaginations.
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quadruple-a · 9 months
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Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
I want to be a rotisserie chicken
Just spinning around in an oven all day
No reason to stress and no thoughts in my brain
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Toilet bowl
Here I am
Once again
At the toilet bowl
I want to vomit
But my stomach doesn't
Gastritis determined to
Give me hell
The sun is coming up
I can see the light
From the little window
In the bathroom
But I can't enjoy
A little sunrise
Because my body is rebelling
Against me.
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genelutz · 2 months
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MY ENDORSMENTS FOR 2024
MY ENDORSEMENTS FOR 2024…
Jill Stein for President
Glenn Greenwald for president's advisor
Chris Hedges for Secretary of State
Richard Wolff for Treasury Secretary
Jimmy Dore for White House Press Secretary
Bill McKibben to head the Environmental Protection Agency
Frank Zappa for Attorney General
Tulsi Gabbard for Secretary of Defense
Whoever wants the job for Vice President
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ashlakh · 1 year
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haystackpancake · 1 year
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Worm: a thing that exists
There's an astronomical aberration, unknowable is its name. So, for Irony's sake, say worm (not snake; we'll keep the imagery lame). This worm has an end, an inside and out, rippley skin and leathery snout. This worm is quite plump, but shrively too— which happens to rhyme with point of view. This worm consumes This worm gestates This worm emmits This worm pulsates
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The cruelest lesson we learn from worm comes from question most kind. 'Fyou're something like me ya'ask what she seeks, but wormy, my dear, is blind. x'( This poor omnipotent presence pitifully slithers through dirt— dirt of the mind, of space and of time —unbothered by ideas of worth.
So next time the the sidewalk is dry next time the coiled lay died turn to the worm, his palace of sky and all's left will be all right. alternative title, God is a worman
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thevioletdaffodil · 2 months
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i wake up.
i roll joints out of my orange peels.
the orange peel theory has been tested.
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sneksnak · 1 year
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This is a haiku
Only if you say "caramel"
And not "caramel"
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patchwork-poet · 2 years
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Coffee Cup
I had a little coffee cup with open mouth and eyes
I liked to kiss her plastic lips to make me feel alive.
She warmed my hands, and warmed my heart, until the afternoon.
I held her tight and said goodbye and dropped her to her doom.
I admit, I treated her like trash, but only at the end.
If only I had realized I could fill her up again.
In memory of that time I felt bad throwing away a disposable coffee cup because the lid had a face like this :0
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