THE SASH – A NONSENSE POEM

March 8, 2016
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He wove a sash of chocolate He wove a sash of ice When asked to choose which one to wear He said, ‘They’re both so nice. I’ll wear them stuck together with a paste made out of rice.’ And off he went down the lane trotting like a collie He paused beside a prickly bush […]

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RHYME WITHOUT REASON OR RHYME

October 19, 2015
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behold turkeys not seen the bent fence trots by the yellow serentiy of phantoms breeze shivered waiting

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RABE MEADOW BEGINS TO FALL

October 6, 2015
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Rabe meadow begins to fall Rabe meadow begins to autumn Rabe meadow welcomes all Please do not smoke even if you’ve got ’em

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SOLIPSISM

September 21, 2015
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solipsism embedded in perfume self-negating ombudsmen need not apply the pen of your aunt is not i repeat not on the table

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THE REBELLIOUS POEM

January 28, 2015
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i refuse to rhyme june with that night sky disc or that other word for melody i won’t do it and don’t even think about asking me to rhyme it with a common kitchen utensil standing in for the concept of making love

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TAMMY

October 14, 2013
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Tammy’s neighbors gossiped, kept up a constant whine. Tammy’s neighbors wondered why she never toed the line. The orders weren’t muddled. In fact, they were quite clear. Gold was the chosen color for all the leaves this year.

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ICKLE, THE ROBBER

September 10, 2013
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cucumber pickle, pop sickle, shingles prickle, Travis Bickle, feathers tickle, butter brickle, my wife was fickle, give me a nickel, and while you’re at it, give me the rest of your money, too

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THE TRIFFID AND THE LOON

April 24, 2013
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The triffid and the loon went out on the town They pulled out all stops and painted it brown The triffid had venison like Alfred Lord Tennyson The loon ate four chickens to honor Charles Dickens And when all was said and most of it done they concluded, by Jove, they’d had lots of fun

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INTO THE MIST

March 5, 2013
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trek if ye dare into the wood defy the enveloping mist and when ye be lost, forlorn, without hope with doom ye will hold a last tryst

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DECEMBER 17

December 17, 2012
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Dear Ms. Rose, Does you knows it amn’t summer? Is you Dumb or Dumber?

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