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baby Kiba...
lyricked Buckethead's melodies
now his own sings!
  
midst moon's blue eyed mist,
prized offering ossuary praised
head marbles, must play!
hear marvels, most ploy!

grow low growl
full moon flow
how wolves howl

night B day,
best friend, mans', worst fiend
day B night,

tree top trick
lobo pup limbo
like gulp lick

bold lackeys KFC lad(d)ies blood
from goblet bucket form,
foul drinks, still eager!
fool drains, seton eased!

the Buckethead effect...
the dog, as his pet
a bucketbot!
Inspired by Buckethead's "Blue Marbles Moon" and my husky's eyes.
MetaVerse Sep 17
Robert Frost
Loved and lost
Much
But never lost his touch.
SøułSurvivør Dec 2019
Esoteric Eleanor...
Is a woman set apart
She has an obscure interest
In a certain type of art.

She collects her little fairies
Has an interest in old tomes
Has few, if any, closer friends
Has tons of garden gnomes.

She owns a run-down mansion
With lots of dusty rooms
Her letters closed with sealing wax
She speaks in garbled runes.

She met her fate one cloudy day
Oh yes, she is quite dead.
Her foot slipped on the marbles
That spilled out of her head!

Yes, she lost her footing
Alas, she is no more
Lies within her antique coffin
Esoteric Eleanor.


Catherine Jarvis
(C) 12/15/2019
This poem kind of evolved... I really don't know how! NOT about anyone specific. Just alliteration of words for the title.
IncholPoem Jan 2019
MARVEL  AND  MARBLES








Marvel incidents
were  on  marble.


Marbles  were not
      marvel
due  to   it's  old type.


Yesterday  night
the marble  mines
became   full
by rain  water.

Yesterday  also
brought 20  dead  bodies.

  15-male
5-female.


This  was   done
by the marble  factory
  owner.

Because  they  were
  ready  to
draw   their        6  months
salary.


  Marbles  were
really  marvel.
Poetic T May 2017
My bag had a tiny hole in it,
are they neither here or there.
rolling in directions not seen
but I know I had a handful
less than a moment ago?
ever thought your losing your marbles.
Ezra Nov 2014
When I lost my marbles,
My dad would always say:
"Don't worry, you'll find them
When you just stop searching."

And it sounded stupid,
But every time I stopped,
Yeah, I found my marbles.

I grew up; my dad died,
Seasons changed, so did I,
But the rule stayed as true.

One day, I'd given up
On that romantic stuff,
And,
Resigned to die alone,
I walked into a big
Ol' Shakespeare conference,
To watch Othello die.

Well there, they were taking
"Volunteers" for Juliet,
"Lucky men" Romeos,
And I was one of them.
Anastasia Webb Aug 2014
blossomblister
burst
(finally)
ate out my sickness
almost turned green.

took too much chlorophyll
(for my health –
i’ve seen the ads)
drank cups and cups
each night and each swallow
chirping pleasantly
made me feel stronger, but
almost turned green.

frustration peaked
almost at snow
but not quite,
couldn’t stand the dangling
piece of peanut butter anymore
had to grab for it
sick of the lack of meaningful
(methought now meknows)
0s and 1s and all
these mouse games,
had to grab for it,
had to scream.
almost turned green.
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