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In Texas it's hot
In Chile it's not
Becuz climate change

The desert is dry
And clouds are high
Becuz climate change

If it rains or snows
Or if the wind blows
It's becuz climate change

Stop eating meat,
Or better yet, don't eat
Becuz climate change
2d · 33
loveplay
ınk a new line that drips upon a page;
poetry plays a point that letters spell.
when feet are running meter's rhyme and rage
the poet writes of love that's worth the tell.
a statement made of stanzas rings a bell
in ears that crave the rhythm of a verse
rehears'd in dulcet tones that maybe yell
at times when feeling love is but a curse.
volta Velveeta cheese an early hearse
and bathroom book of verses by anon.
musical fruits smell better smelling worse:
ıf music be the food of loveplay on.
     in octaves, sevenths, sixths, fifths, fourths, and thirds,
     poesy footsy plays with gaming words.
3d · 13
Bombs Away!
Prepare the battle kittens!  War
     Is coming down the lane!
The ammo Nerf is on the floor;
     The window feels the pane.

When lollipops and ****** bombs
     Fall from a summer sky,
A sandwich crust of soccer moms
     Will say goodBillybye.
a noble mole.  What dribbles **** a chin
lickable fungus glows a martian pog?
Aladdin's lamp (ummm...) frıght night of the djinn
whilst gripping chokes a chickens,smoke some smog:

the summersmell of Blacktop picks a long
boogery nose that smells a little silly.
A ******* wonderbabe removes her thong
sunsh¡ne and sits as pretty as a lily

and yet: The interstellar shift of sky
that breaks the ball of earth & leaves it flat
for thunderbirds that birdshift flying by
the troll that eats with relish someone's brat.

an awful machine sits upon a dish.
Lettuce a leaf  .make ye a daisy wish
7d · 84
Maranatha
In Maranatha faith and hope
Are more matur'd than in the Pope.

She sings for Jesus Christ and joy,
And doth the Devil's ears annoy.

Her goodness, purity, patience, peace,
And lovingkindness never cease.

She's sav'd by grace but works good works;
And in her heart no evil lurks.

She turns me down for that is she
A slave to love and liberty.
Jun 25 · 32
Corinna
MetaVerse Jun 25

     Corinna, wake
     For Heavens sake,
You slothful Slug-a-bed!
     May is long past,
     And June flyes fast;
Roses are cherrie-red.

     Corinna, rise;
     Open your eies;
You sleep far far too much.
     Get up, or els
     Suffer the smells
Of an oven hot and Dutch!

Jun 25
Urania
MetaVerse Jun 25
I.
Hotter than summer's hottest days,
When Sol doth set the earth ablaze,
Are all Urania's sultry ways:
          She'll make you sweat!
When she descends from scorchèd skies,
She'll fry like eggs your blinded eyes
As someone yells from afar, "Surprise!"
          You'll feel the heat!

Fear not.  Her fury's wrath and rage
Lasts but a moment, not an age.
She'll cook your meat and burn the sage
          And smoke the ***.
I love her when she's fully enriched.
I love her like a baseball pitched.
I love her ****** [OOPS! roboT gLitCh t  )
          I'm hot for.bot@

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II.
Urania!  Urania!
I have for you a mania!
You're driving me insania!
Urania!  Urania!!  Urania!!!
Jun 17 · 216
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MetaVerse Jun 17
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Jun 13 · 110
Xaliphskon Yxzalon Zenus
MetaVerse Jun 13
There once was a gorkik from Venus
Named Xaliphskon Yxzalon Zenus
     Who made a gray baby,
     A cute little grayby,
By mating a zhpart with a squenus.
Jun 7 · 71
Becoz
MetaVerse Jun 7
There once was a munchkin from Oz
Named Phineas Entwhistle Boz:
     The Lollipop Guild
     Had Phineas killed:
Their reason, they said, was becoz.
MetaVerse Jun 4

Individual
Drops of rain syringe the tips
Of long pine needles.

May 29 · 42
Sing Cuccu
MetaVerse May 29
My ****'s wet
With buttsweat,
My *******
With nutsweat.
I bust ***
With swamp ***
That bubbles
With swamp gas.

The cuckoo's
A-singin';
The bees are
A-stingin;
The thunders
A-drummin;
The sumers
Icumen.
May 27 · 90
Littlefoot
MetaVerse May 27
There once was a bigfoot whose feet
Were shamefully small and petite,
     So he wore some big shoes,
     But the obvious ruse
Was a silly attempt at deceit.
May 27 · 350
Friend
MetaVerse May 27
Aliens loom
In the skies overhead.
They might be the doom
That makes us all dead.

Or maybe AI
Will do us all in,
And all men will die
By cyborgs with "skin".

But, likelier, Man
Will be his own end
Before he began
To be his own friend.
May 23 · 203
Acrostic
MetaVerse May 23

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May 22 · 26
Trampol↕️ne
MetaVerse May 22

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May 18 · 44
Baby Topato
MetaVerse May 18
There once was a rosy tomato
Who fell for a russet potato,
     And coming together
     In unusual weather,
They created a baby topato.
May 17 · 257
Yellows
MetaVerse May 17

Goldfinches
And dandelions compete
For yellowest yellow.

May 17 · 116
Crocomodile Tears
MetaVerse May 17
There once was a crocomodile
Who lived as the lord of the Nile:
     He once ate a pharoah
     From meatballs to marrow
While crying and wearing a smile.
May 17 · 167
$?
MetaVerse May 17
$?

Rolls through the valley
A May storm with itchy *****—
What price bonobos?

May 9 · 74
👁ing
MetaVerse May 9
The isness
     Of being
          Is the business
               Of I-ing
                    And seeing.
#existence #existential #being #eyeing #seeing #i #identity #consciousness #conscious
May 8 · 165
2
MetaVerse May 8
2
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May 6 · 390
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MetaVerse May 6
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May 5 · 98
This is a test.
MetaVerse May 5
This is a test.  This is only a test.
This iThis is only a test.  s a test.  
This is a This is only a test.  test.  
TThis is only a test.  his is a test.  
ThThis is only a test.  is is a test.  
This is a teThis is only a test.  st.  
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This is This is only a test.  a test.  
This is only a test.  This is a test.  
This is not a test.  Be very afraid.
May 5 · 356
Fugliana
MetaVerse May 5
The autumn rain is falling
    Like teardrops from mine eyes;
I cannot help recalling
    With sobs and lingering sighs
               My Fugliana.

The days returning never,
    The golden days of yore,
I thought would live forever,
    Yet gone fornevermore
               Is Fugliana.

With rue my heart is laden;
    L'amour peut être amer.
Nor any rose-lipt maiden
    Was e'er so fair as fair
               Fair Fugliana.
Ah, Fugliana!  La beauté est une
bénédiction et une malédiction!
Apr 30 · 355
Slow Motion
MetaVerse Apr 30

The shadow of the aloe plant
Is as still as the sunlight
That crawls along the wall.

Apr 29 · 259
MetaVerse Apr 29

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go and catch a shhhh                           star. . . . . .


Apr 28 · 268
A Few Senryu
MetaVerse Apr 28
The woman singing
With the car radio
Knows half the words.

A customer grabs,
With a shirt-protected hand,
Goodwill's door handle.

The boy in the womb
Is already attending
DUI classes.
Apr 22 · 213
Flying a Kite
MetaVerse Apr 22
The kite's high.
I give it more string.
I give it
All the string.
It takes off
And flies away
And lands
Who knows where?
Goodbye!
Apr 22 · 439
Lucy
MetaVerse Apr 22
She spent her time with Mary Jane
     And diamonds in the sky;
She skipped with joy down Penny Lane
     As Rita passed her by.

I am the walrus yesterday;
     Tomorrow never knows
Whate'er became of Lucy Gray
     And where her bonnet blows.
Apr 21 · 405
Half 'n' Half
MetaVerse Apr 21
There once was a fella from Maine
Who added some drugs to his brain:
     He lost half his mind,
     And the half left behind
Was totally ******* insane.
Apr 12 · 167
Skinner
MetaVerse Apr 12
There once was from Mount Disappointment
A fella who lubed with some ointment
     A patch of dry skin
     Till he sinned a gross sin
And missed an important appointment.
Apr 10 · 664
Mini Golf
MetaVerse Apr 10
Hole
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2.🐣
3.🐓
4.🦃
5.🐔
6.🦆
7.🦤
8.🦉
9.🐧
10.🦩
11.🦋
12.🦜
13.🦚
14.🕊
15.­🦢
16.🐦
17.🦅
18.🐥

Final Score:🪺
MetaVerse Apr 9
Prove whether I do change, my dear,
Or if that I do still remain
Like as I went, or far or near,
And if ye find me not the same,
Declare 't is so that all may hear.

But if ye prove I change, my dear,
Not, but unchanged I do remain
Constant and true whithersoe'er
I travel to, then, dearest, deign
T'admit it only in mine ear.
Original lines by Sir Thomas Wyatt:

Prove whether I do change, my dear,
Or if that I do still remain
Like as I went, or far or near,
And if ye find
Apr 6 · 193
Rolling Pins
MetaVerse Apr 6
Bowlers are rolling *****,
***** they call bowling *****,
Striking the bowling pins,
Making them rolling pins.
Apr 5 · 335
Birds of Leisure
MetaVerse Apr 5
The shuttlecock, served,
Goes over the net.
I'll probably lose
The dollar I bet.

Over the net
It goes back and forth:
It goes north to south,
And it goes south to north.

The birdie in flight
Flits like a sparrow.
She hits it so hard
It darts like an arrow.

I smack it as hard
As I can possibly smack it,
And, wouldn't you know it,
It's stuck in my racquet.
Apr 5 · 183
Hack Life
MetaVerse Apr 5
I toss the sack.
It's kicked around.
I get it back.
We get a hack.
It hits the ground.
'Skeeters attack.
Apr 5 · 391
The Pirate Song
MetaVerse Apr 5
Fifteen men on the dead man's chest—
     Yo-**-**, and a bottle of ***!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest—
     Yo-**-**, and a bottle of ***!

Gold doubloons and pieces of eight—
     Yo-**-**, and a bottle of ***!
Pockets of coin is the sailor's fate—
     Yo-**-**, and a bottle of ***!

Gentlemen of fortune and fun—
     Yo-**-**, and a bottle of ***!
Have the most money under the sun—
     Yo-**-**, and a bottle of ***!

Got me a ******* every shore—
     Yo-**-**, and a bottle of ***!
Love 'em and leave 'em and leave 'em sore—
     Yo-**-**, and a bottle of ***!

Jolly Roger ***** in the breeze—
     Yo-**-**, and a bottle of ***!
Life is a sport on seven seas—
     Yo-**-**, and a bottle of ***!
Apr 4 · 417
A Dirge for Gilgamesh
MetaVerse Apr 4
The cedars mourn,
And Uruk weeps.
Bereft Ninsun
In sadness sleeps.

Gilgamesh, god
And man and king,
Hath come to dust
Like everything,

Hath come to dust
Like everyone.
O Gilgamesh!
Where hast thou gone?

Shamash doth mourn,
And Anu weeps,
And Ki herself
Doth churn her deeps.
Mar 31 · 279
Orion's Belt
MetaVerse Mar 31
Beneath Orion's belt of stars,
The Sphinx's forepaws guard the Sphinx
And all its secrets.  Blood-red Mars,
Beneath Orion's belt of stars,
Planning the war to end all wars,
Observes the mummy's forty winks.
Beneath Orion's belt of stars,
The Sphinx's forepaws guard the Sphinx.
Mar 31 · 493
Spring Showers
MetaVerse Mar 31
March spring showers—
Thunder and lightning—
Hail pummels flowers—
March spring showers
Shower for hours—
Gradually whitening
March spring showers—
Thunder and lightning—
Mar 29 · 351
In Lilac Time
MetaVerse Mar 29
Wintertime's hoarfrost, ice and rime
Have gone; departed hath the Gloom.
Make haste, ye maids, in Lilac Time:
Collect your Blossoms whilst they bloom.
What blooms today soon fades away:
Gather ye Lilacs while ye may,
Sith times, like Flying Saucers, zoom.
Mar 25 · 368
Karaoke
MetaVerse Mar 25
There once was from Okefenokee
A bullfrog who sang karaoke:
     He sang with conviction
     And a crystal clear diction,
But his tone was a little too croaky.
Mar 24 · 190
Learian Limericks #3
MetaVerse Mar 24
There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said, "It is just as I feared!—
Two tweakers, a rat, and a cat in a hat
Have all built their nests in my beard."

There was an Old Man of Connecticut,
Who possessed an innate sense of etiquette;
He'd lay down the fork to the left of the spork,
That mannerly man of Connecticut.

There was an Old Man from Earth's center,
Who left it and couldn't reenter;
He crawled out a hole like a man who's a mole,
And lost his way back to the center.

There was an Old Person of Skye,
Who spent his days wondering, "Why?"
When they asked, "What's the word?" he replied, "Haven't heard,"
That discouraged Old Person of Skye.

There was an Old Person of Sligo,
Whose motto was "You go and I go."
He went here and there building castles in air,
That imaginative Person of Sligo.

There was a Young Person of Ghana,
Who grew Ghana's best marijuana;
He grew it, enjoyed it, and was super annoyed it
Was very illegal in Ghana.

There was an Old Person of Perth,
Who buried his gold in the Earth
And then plum forgot whereat was the spot,
That forgetful Old Person of Perth.

There was a Young Man of the South,
Who mouthwashed with whiskey his mouth;
He spoke with a drawl, saying yes'm and y'all,
That drawling Young Man of the South.

There was a Young Person of Boston,
Who wandered around and got lost in
The Chinatown section with a raging *******
That poked out an eyeball in Boston.

How pleasant to read Mr. Lear,
Who surely was scroobious and queer;
Old Foss was his cat in a runcible hat,
And he couldn't abide ginger beer.
MetaVerse Mar 22

The Honey Bee

Little buzzing Honey Bee,
Honey sweetens me and thee.
Thou art busy all the Day;
Busy Bee, thy Wings are gay.

Flowers bloom and showers fall;
Spring is springing over All.
Thou shalt work till Daylight's end.
Golden Bee, thou art my Friend!


The Beekeeper

Little buzzing Honey Bee,
Thou dost make my Gold for me.
Labour, Bee, because thy toil
Buys my meat and drink and oil.

Thou art mine: what thou dost make,
Slave! to Market I shall take.
Mine the Bee and mine the Earth,
Mine by Right of Human birth.
Compare to songs of innocence and experience by Blake and Watts.
Mar 22 · 99
Bearded Lady
MetaVerse Mar 22
There once was a gal from Berlin:
The hair on her chinny-chin-chin
     Was thicker than wool,
     And it made her blades dull
Whenever she shaved to the skin.
Mar 16 · 375
Gorgg
MetaVerse Mar 16
There once was a martian from Mars
Named Alfț'drônþopo'gorgg'glìån'nars:
     He constructed a spaceship
     And went on a spacetrip
To the farthest, most alien stars.
Mar 16 · 149
Octoplop
MetaVerse Mar 16
There once was a woman from Seoul
Who swallowed an octopus whole:
     It swam in her belly
     With fishes of jelly,
Then plopped in a porcelain bowl.
Mar 15 · 349
Luck o' the Irish
MetaVerse Mar 15
An Irishman once had the luck
To find a free chicken to cluck:
     They went to the coop
     Where the chicken would ploop,
But the chicken, turns out, was a duck.
Mar 14 · 289
Bone of His Bone
MetaVerse Mar 14
There once was a man from Tyrone
Who spent all his time all alone:
     It got on his nerves,
     And he wanted some curves,
So he Frankensteined a female clone.
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