Category Archives: Quirky Poetry

ID Poetry …

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… is writing with each syllable counted,
So perfect in rhyme and pentameter,
Spondees so pristine in silk stockings,
Trochees in combat boots trudge through Toronto,
And then run naked through New Jersey,
Just for the alliteration.

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SEX ON A GOLF COURSE

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Kiss me,
And give me that naughty little smile
That’s all teeth and no tongue.
Touch me, but don’t use your hands…

Dance on my skin,
Like the sun
That swims naked
In the clouds…

Until the world explodes
In sound
In lights
…And sirens.

Ummm, next time, we should
wait until it’s dark.

LOVE AND HATE

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Love and Hate

 

Love doesn’t rhyme with fate;

She doesn’t pine away in pigtails,

In her little pink room, dissecting daisies.

 

And she doesn’t write poetry;

She doesn’t sop up syrupy words,

With blank squares of paper.

 

Love’s the one waiting in the alley,

With the brass knuckles.

CHESHIRE

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Ah, what’s a Monday without a little “Alice and Wonderland” reference?

CHESHIRE

Do I make you nervous
Because the devil’s in the lines
Of my asymmetry

Like icebergs
Off the coast of Ohio
Oak trees
In the oceans of Australia

The hint of the laugh
That you can’t hear
More than the one you do

Or the fact that you
Don’t really know why
I’m smiling?