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to be or not to be,
that is the question un
doing democracy
burdened by(what has been

the magic)8 ball knows
the answer,so do i
the magic answer is
better not tell you now

$ummer Apple trees:
     iPhones ripen in the $un—
          firstfruits of knowledge.

                             *

                          asleep
                        and fall
                      777)       
                    6     ­         
                  5                  
                4         ­            
              3                       
            2                          
          (1                            
        i count them                 
      (starry starry night)      
    through the night sky      
  (fly into heaven)                  
woolbirds fly high                

❤⛪
🙋‍♀️🙋
👩‍🏫🧑‍🏫
👩‍🎓🧑‍🎓
👩‍🍳👨‍🔬
👰‍♀️💒🤵

🏢🐕
🤰👨‍🔬🐕
👼
🤱👨‍🔬🐕
🌳⛺
👶🤰👨‍🔬🐕­
👼
👶🤱👨‍🔬🐕
🌳🌳🛖
👶🧑‍🦲🤰👨‍🔬🐕
👼
👶🧑‍🦲🤱👨‍🔬🐕
🌳🌳🌳🏚🐈
👶🧑‍🦲👩‍🦲🤰👨‍🔬🐕🐈
👼
👶🧑‍🦲👩‍🦲­🤱👨‍🔬🐕🐈
🌳🌳🌳🏡
👶🧑‍🦲👩‍🦲👨‍🦲🤰👨‍🔬🐕🐈
👼
👶🧑‍🦲👩‍🦲👨‍🦲🤱👨‍🔬🐕🐈
🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🏠
👶🧑‍🦲👩‍🦲👨‍🦲­🧒🤰👨‍🔬🐕🐈
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🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🏤
👶🧑‍🦲👩‍🦲👧🧒👦🤰👨‍🔬🐕🐈
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🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🏰

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⛪❤

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Writing a haiku's          
          Japaneasy, slurping soup    
     Japaneasier.

🏡
🧸👦👩🧔🐕

🌒🕕

🛸
🏡💤
🧸👦👽
🛸🪐

🧸👦👽
🤖👾👺👹👿👻🧚‍♀️🧜‍♀️🦄🧞‍♀️🎅
🧸🤯👽

👽👦🧸🃏

🌒🕕­

🛸🌏
🏡💤
🛸🪐

🌞🕧
⏰🛌

🧸👦🃏

cool morning
     garbage truck sings
to a steel wool sky

𝓐𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓶 𝓛𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓷'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮,
𝓝𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓘 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶.
𝓘 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓽 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓮𝓭
𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭.

𝓟.𝓢.  𝓘 𝓯𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓭.

when is is all there is where isn't was
and all the sky's inside a blue balloon
and everywhat is known to be because
too good is God to be believed too soon

then breathing breath doth verily become
(in spite of all the sayers saying nay)
a joy deflating all the threats of doom
since every doomsday dies before its day

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Emily shmemily,
Emily Dickinson,
Recluse and poetess,
Rendered her rhyme

Idiosyncrously,
Much of her poetry
Reading most cryptically
Much of the time.

Dyslexia
dyslexiA
Dylsexia
dilsexyA
DaYslXei
dEiYsLXa
DxeylSai
diExAlyS
aiXeLSyD
diExAlyS
DxeylSai
dEiYsLXa
DaYslXei
dilsexyA
Dylsexia
d­yslexiA
Dyslexia

Alot o ****
spe akstot
hehe art
**** hi sh
ere poe
m hwisp
ers sweetno
things to
thee lbo
w.

        ^         ^
       My kitty
        cat's an                                        
           imp
       ra cti cal                            
    purrrrrrfect
  little dainty fat                    
    little lady cat                                                         .
       who uses                                                                  s
         her litter box while wearing her white sock
                                     

a plums is ripe
     on August august
(what greenest trees?)
                                           if one
which a organism
          that shalt isn't die:

yester Day's shape
     i do robust
(who tomorrow was?)
                                           if ten
how a organasm
          is thineself & thy;

I open the door.
     The sweet fall air comes inside.
          The stink goes outside.

Antique
paper
& ink
& glue,
a fragrance
I drink
in through
my nose,
fragrant
like a dead rose.
I fan my face,
& fall into
an antique book aroma coma.

Adolf ******
Was a lot littler
Than most Aryan brothers
And their mothers.

A triolet
     's a pirouette
In a ballet
A triolet
(Or should I say
     A triolette?)
A triolet
     's a pirouette.

Galaxy in hand,
     I zoom in on Mount Fuji
          with Nintendo thumbs.

We're fishes in the internet
Caught in the catch of net the day.
The smartest smartphones place a bet
That some night soon you'll meet a gray.
A U.F.O. (or, as they say
In England Land, a yoofo) flies
From where sweet baby scarecrows play
And eye the stars with googly eyes.

While sweating drops of acid sweat,
A cyborg prays away the gay.
A covid sneeze that's extra wet
Is heading thine iambic way.
Tuberculariaceae......
Is the password!  You win the prize!!
Ride on a rocket to Mars, crochet,
And eye the stars with googly eyes.

If you should dance a minuet,
Throw in a twerk for Claude Monet.
I fly around a jumbo jet
While crying, "Climate change!  Obey!!"
Unqualified I fly (hooray!)
A plane that fails hardwarewise.  
Olympic athletes play croquet
And eye the stars with googly eyes.

Enjoy a ride in Santa's sleigh
Before you make your reindeer pies.
Do shake the darling buds of May,
And eye the stars with googly eyes.

          Summerlight sunflight—
     singsonging songbirds singing,
winging blue heaven.

The seesaw law
Says what goes up
Must come down.

The law that rules
The merry-go-roun'
Says if you're on it
Too long you'll *****.

The law of the playgroun'
Says biggest kid wins.

Mosaic law
Says you can't keep it
But keep it you must
And says it's just.

The law of love
Says love covers
A multitude of sins.

There once was a man from Green Bay
Who made it a habit each day
     To ****** an udder
     While churning his own butter,
Then go for a nap in the hay.

G♾D

G♾D

Edmund Clerihew Bentley
Invented an eminently
Humorous verse form
Which is also a terse form.

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          hAIRyhITCHhIKEr)htrough         The Poetry Dictionary
                                                      ­                     by  John Drury     
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There once was a gal from Zumbrota
(A city in Minnemesota)
     Who drank in a bar
     And then got in her car
And crashed it while smoking some mota.

          Dead, stepped-on cricket
under bright fluorescent lights
     between bathroom doors.

There once was a fella from France
Who'd dance a libidinous dance:
     He'd focus the eyes
     Of the club on his thighs,
Then dance himself out of his pants.

A peaches dawn climbs
     a deep-breathing dark blue sky:
          flowers, a warm breeze.

A fruit fly flies over:
     There's enough apple
          for us both.

Rrrrrrramən
n°○°●•○●•dles
are °•●○dləs
and ○°•●dles
of n●°○•dləs,
●○°•○•●°dles.

John Keats
Coughed tuberculosis all over his sheets
And died at 25
And remains unalive.

summer's last full moon:
     silent trees, a grassy hill,
          crickets, black & white

Since Jesus Christ is God, and I am not;
Since I am not my own creator, I,
Adam, shall seek no more to justify
Myself; for every tittle, dot, and jot
Has been fulfilled by Christ who's God of all,
The Adam hitherto I could not be,
The faithful Adam faithful now in me,
Adam redeemed and lifted from the fall.

The God of all the gods of nature, earth,
The kosmos, hades, greed, lust, war, and death,
Whose word is life, whose life is breath, whose breath
Inspires the wind that seeds the second birth,
Is Sin's Exterminator, Death's Decease,
Judgment, Forgiveness, Mercy, Love, and Peace.

Wither the flowers
     In country lanes
As Autumn lours.
Wither the flowers
And daylight hours.
     As Summer wanes,
Wither the flowers
     In country lanes.

Father God
Doesn't spare the rod
Or spoil
Any boi or goil.

The crow in the tree
    is actually
a black trash bag.

Squeaky bike brakes
      sound like chirping
September crickets.

The bug on the sidewalk
     casts a long shadow:
September sunshine.

I open the front door:
     a fly I didn't know
about flies out.