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Tag Archives: silly poems
Git Blanks
Cuz nobody really wantsta kill anybody, right? We just wanna scare ’em. So when he gits here with his henchmen and his harem and starts haranguing us about the loan, we git to firin’. By the time they realize it’s all noise, just sound and smoke, we git halfway to the … Continue reading
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Tagged April PAD 2021, gangster poems, harems, henchmen, shenanigans, silly poems
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I Can’t Ketchup
{Weighing the Pros&Con-diments} on poems. I must -ard(ently) ward off these fears and relish the thought of just inking away, come what may (oh) (naise.) … I Can’t Erase These Words I have put them out into the … Continue reading
spitting at the sun
she’s too hot too handle, and so the boys take action, look up and fire away. …………gravity laughs. ..
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Tagged #amwriting, #aprpad, gravity, Poetic Asides, silly poems, spitting, sun poems
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cumin in my coffee
smells like feet. but it was too early to find the cinn -amon. start over. grind and brew. and please pass the nutmeg.
meanwhile, upstairs…
there is much g a l l u m p i n g.
grenadine grenade
… we’ve got it made in the shade with a splash of cherry coke swindle-swizzle-sticked ah- maze -ment. bring ice, suffice it to say we’ll toss in a little rum -bled phrase, and praise the day we raised our glasses … Continue reading
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Tagged drinking poems, ink, Shawna will like this poem, silly poems
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bazinga!
bazinga! gotcha! tag, you’re it! no need to argle-bargle. don’t lollygag, you nincompoop – finagle me a bagel. it’s time to host a hullabaloo with all the silly words; canoodle up a codswallop, a doozy of absurd. come, jot and … Continue reading
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Tagged April PAD 2016, bazinga, collywobbles, fun to say, funny words, hocus-pocus, poetic silliness, Poetry, silly poems, silly with words
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the inevitability of the funny (farm)
is it absurd to stretch a w o r d so far across the page, it kerns itself silly? is it willy nilly (piccadilly stage) to paint your … Continue reading
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Tagged chalk, funny farm, Hyphen Nation, poems for Shawna, silly poems, wordplay
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wax lips & pick up stix
(for Lee) ,, we are all done adulting. you will find us in the sandbox, playing jacks and singing songs. watch out: we’re armed with unwashable markers, a rainbow of crayons, and chalk. we’re gonna jump rope and talk … Continue reading
Posted in moon poems
Tagged back to childhood, chalk love, life is silly, Shawna will like this poem, silly poems
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Druthers
sunshine tutu her way through the tulips and barefoot beg this grass to cartwheel us whipfast into a long slow summer of cool nights and fireflies and street -lights as curfew. She wants a periwinkle marker and enough smooth creamy … Continue reading
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Tagged Bomb Pops, crayons, moon poems, paperscissorsrockpoems, Pink Girl Ink prompts, poeming, Poetry, rain, rum poems, scumble, silly poems, tutus
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