South Shore High: you know why
name was so apropos
Hallways, always the sweet smell of skunk.
Just how did we get by?
Could we guess, did we know
in our typical teenager funk
that our struggles and fights
will make favorite tales
as we sit by the fire, reminisce
during long winter nights,
and when memory fails
try recalling that first kiss we miss.
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Unpopped kernel: a riddle.
Were it snug in the middle
or confined to one side,
that might rescue its hide.
But the rascal pulls through
as its brethren pop,
split, and sometimes in two...
Will the microwaves stop
just before its demise?
Every kernel must yearn
for that kind of surprise.
Add more time: it will burn.
And its skin: oh so thin
but its will is like steel.
Watch the countdown begin.
Unpopped kernel...
no meal.
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I can't help running into,
then running out on friends.
And no, it's not my Pinto
and surely not Depends,
though some would blame the latter,
I credit not the notion.
An overactive bladder
is keeping me in motion.
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But not of empires...
I gained ten pounds on that vacation,
Late fall, Caribbean, a cruise.
Buffet, dessert, the ice cream station,
I didn’t have that much to lose
but now I do. Oh, cursed voyage!
As we sailed by both beach and buoyage
so did I sail past mat and gym
and now the picture’s sad and grim.
But fear you not: I hear the calling
of treadmill, bicycle, and weight
I know, I know, it’s not too late
to get that dial falling, falling…
Wait, what? Turducken!? You will bring?
Perhaps it's best to wait for spring.
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Looking for word play to give me a poem
Checked movie titles, the good ones: you know ‘em
Breakfast at Tiffany’s:
endless epiphanies
then Naked Lunch...
I have a hunch
Dinner for Schmucks is up next...
and here, oh shucks, ends the text.
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The park abandoned, leaves done falling,
the river, lazy, runs below.
Come back! the park bench begs, Come calling!
Please do not let the seasons flow
keep you away. Come, take a stroll!
It's not the end. It's merely Fall.
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he offered the lady his heart
said nothing could keep them apart
but hearts can be brittle
since nothing's so little
the effort was doomed from the start
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to be
or not to be
an English grammar rant
so often I must say "I can't"
how could a language push me to this length
some master it, most lack the strength
to be becomes I was
and just because
to be
I welcome the Holiday Season
No -- I cannot give but one reason
the reasons are many
Let's start with Aunt Jenny
who just got paroled out of prison
And please don't forget Uncle Bob
and Billie, who can't get a job
and most of all Bunny
who still owes me money
but claims he must first pay the mob
Yes, Christmas is big in our house
Aunt Jenny is bringing her spouse
A famous pickpocket
He comes from Nantucket
and hasn't been caught yet, the louse
Come in, please, and share in our joy.
The relatives tend to annoy
But lest you forget
you can't choose them --- yet.
Oh, you brought little Jimmy a toy.
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Bouquet discarded on the shore.
Rose petals drown in salty water,
He doesn't love her anymore.
Somebody's son, somebody's daughter
despondent, cries, their tears are bitter.
The setting sun gives up its glitter.
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The shootout at the Not OK Corral.
So named not as a judgement or a slight
but rather to distinguish its locale
for those who, inadvertently, just might
confuse it with its neighbor, that one other,
where frontier justice, namely Wyatt Earp
dispensed with Billy Clanton, though his brother -
that's Ike, and frankly, much more of a perp -
went on to live, and not to be confused,
and you could see how such a thing annoys,
in ways that would leave any ego bruised,
with either the old Hatfields or McCoys.
Which leaves me with but one more thing to say.
Hell yes, it's a corral… but not ok.
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Ask her: what does she want?
Not a diamond to flaunt
or a necklace to wear.
She has many a care
but confesses, of late,
wants the moon on a plate.
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