A POEM WRITTEN BY A LOON

February 6, 2016

once upon a time ago and yet on bended knee 30 million artichokes sailed across the sea to visit with a clavichord in 1963 and lo upon arriving they were driven to a mall and stacked in stacks of twenty to make a lengthy wall the clavichord remained aloof secluded in its hall an open […]

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THE SECRET OF MARVIN HAY

January 30, 2016

the secret of marvin hay will be revealed on the 3rd of may from asking me questions refrain i don’t want to miss my train i’ll leave you with one final thought what goes up must come down maybe not

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SNOW REMAINS

January 25, 2016

zigzag logs sheathed in white make for a pleasant wintry sight

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THE FRINGE OF JEWELS

January 19, 2016

this jewel fringe worn by daniels, bebe was lost in the year nineteen four deethree then found on an island by an off duty seabee who gave it to his girlfriend, a chanteuse named Gigi famous north southerly east west of Fiji

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E BEVERINGTON LATTIMORE

January 15, 2016

E Beverington Lattimore got on his horse and rode to the store. E Beverington Lattimore purchased 3 shirts and not one shirt more. E Beverington Lattimore returned to his shed by the lake’s eastern shore. E Beverington Lattimore, though now rich in shirts, in rings remained poor. E Beverington Lattimore got on his horse and […]

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THE OLD MAN LIMERICK

January 9, 2016

There once was a very old man who said, ‘Over this gate jump I can.’ He got a good running start. Then attacked him his heart. That hadn’t been part of the plan.

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A LOON’S HOLIDAY POEM

December 22, 2015

Larks perch on my pillowcase. Eels occupy my shoes. I’ve nothing further to report. There is no other news.

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THE STONEHENGE POEM

December 19, 2015

Stonehenge, wherefore wilt thou dance dwelling in England, not in France? On solstice day to don your stockings would gain you naught but random mockings. Therefore, Stonehenge, bide your time. To bathe in thought is not a crime.

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THE BOARD CERTIFIED GNAT

December 16, 2015

The board certified gnat conferred with the studious rat. First they hemmed. Then they hawed. Oh, for hours they jawed ignored by the mercantile cat.

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LEMMING LIMERICK

December 8, 2015

There was a young lemming named Morris who drank from a glass awfully porous. His thirst wasn’t quenched, and his vest remained drenched while he stoutly sang bass in the chorus.

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