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Two Girls, Ankles to Knees

Two Girls, Ankles to Knees

a 1930s verse translation
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Joe Váradi
That Time Our Nation Took A Dump

That Time Our Nation Took A Dump

“Is this just the flu? Because people die of the flu.”
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Christyl Rivers, Phd.
Romeo and Juliet Revisited

Romeo and Juliet Revisited

Be Careful What Thou Wisheth For (a double sonnet)
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Craig Richards
Sonnet to Grilled Cheese Sandwiches

Sonnet to Grilled Cheese Sandwiches

Smear oleo on Wonder bread snow white, place sliced and processed sun-colored cheese, press betwixt slices, frizzle ’til done right, golden…
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sappgregg
Camisado

Camisado

The Unseen Enemy
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Craig Richards
Foul Ball!

Foul Ball!

Cricket can be a dangerous game
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Craig Richards
My Grandmother

My Grandmother

a verse translation
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Joe Váradi
A “Brief” Encounter

A “Brief” Encounter

An old shaggy dog story put into verse
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Craig Richards
Pedro the Pirate

Pedro the Pirate

featuring annoyingly abundant alliteration
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Craig Richards
A Poem, a Verse, a Rhyme: Tribute to a Wordsmith

A Poem, a Verse, a Rhyme: Tribute to a Wordsmith

One hundred and seventy long years ago, a momentous occasion transpired. “What kind of event could cause such a fuss?”
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Craig Richards
Sonnet to Lawn Sculptures

Sonnet to Lawn Sculptures

See custom suburban ecosystems of verdant front yards with uniform lawns, amid mulched and landscaped gardens — listen: sculpted idols…
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sappgregg
In My Day

In My Day

I don’t have time for subtitles, dangit!
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Rob Dods
Pigeon-Poo Poem

Pigeon-Poo Poem

My car is not a toilet! Not for pigeons anyway…
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Adam Robinson
Gas Lit

Gas Lit

A poem about the true cost of oil and gas
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Christyl Rivers, Phd.
A Skyline of Giraffes

A Skyline of Giraffes

a musing on collective nouns in iambic tetrameter
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Joe Váradi
Sonnet to a Flat Tire

Sonnet to a Flat Tire

Progress toward home rides on air compressed in an inflated and vulcanized sphere, rolling wheels on asphalt in urgent quest, past abrasive…
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sappgregg
On Anti Woke-ness Campaigns

On Anti Woke-ness Campaigns

A Bi-partisan lullaby bi- bye, bye, for lawmakers and voters
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Christyl Rivers, Phd.
Sonnet to the Belly Button

Sonnet to the Belly Button

Oh umbilical, placental tether, in utero conduit of fresh cord blood linking fetus and mother together to feed the symbiotic infant bud…
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sappgregg
Did Ogden Nash, “Father Of Light Verse”, Ever Tell Dad Jokes?

Did Ogden Nash, “Father Of Light Verse”, Ever Tell Dad Jokes?

If he did, they might have gone something like this:
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Speaking Fiction To Power
About That Will Smith /Chris Rock Slap

About That Will Smith /Chris Rock Slap

The Christyl Rivers take on the slap heard round the world
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Christyl Rivers, Phd.
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