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Nature's Heavenly Hangover Remedy

Sour stomach stew
churns

Insides chawed like pink bubble-
gum

Hangover cured under crystal champagne
sun.

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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The Lady in Pink

Me thinks
Pink is her favorite color
In which, she is
So elegantly dressed.
She is the grand dame, in
Pink Sweater,
Pink skirt,
Pink coat,
Pink hose,
Pale shoes
And pink pearls clipped in her
Perfectly coifed
Champagne colored hair
And diamonds in her smile.

poem by Dorothy Holmes
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Poem about Poetry - A good Poem

tell you what a good poem
should be like? it should greet us
like champagne that comes pop
and then vapour, bubble oozing all
over our sentiments and when you
reflect on it with your life it is sparkling
and crystal clear as spring water
that has spawned a life of its own,
bubble rising, rising all the way
to greet us a field of eager
and sprightly children out on
adventures, efferverscent
laughter and chatter jumping
all over our noses as we take
in all their happiness

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Bubble In My Heart...!

There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that floats
Like it is made out of soap
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that dance
Like it is riding on the breeze

A bubble a bubble in my heart
A bubble a bubble that fills my heart

There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that sings
Like it knows how to sing
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that roams
Out of my heart in to the storms

A bubble a bubble in my heart
A bubble a bubble that fills my heart

There's a bubble in my heart
Baby can you see that
Yeah the bubble in my heart
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that shines
Much more than sunshine

A bubble a bubble in my heart
Yeah baby, there is a bubble, a bubble in my heart....!

poem by Rowving Smith
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Hangover

Written by dewey bunnell, 1980
Found on alibi.
Whos that knockin on my door this mornin
Cant they see Im dead
There aint nothin left to do this mornin
cept to make it to my bed
I was out till all hours
Raisin cain once again
I dont care about the hours
Only how much did I spend
cause I got a hangover
I wont make it through the day
I got a hangover
So just leave me where I lay
I started slow after sundown
I tiptoed right up till ten
Then after while I went downtown
It was the beginning of my end
Now I got a hangover
I wont make it through the day
I got a hangover
So just leave me where I lay
Oh, how am I gonna stake my claim on the future
When I cannot lift my head
Oh, I aint nothin but a drunken loser
And my livers overfed
cause I got a hangover
I wont make it through the day
cause I got a hangover
So just leave me where I lay
Now I got a hangover
I wont make it through the day
cause I got a hangover
So just leave me where I lay
So just leave me where I lay

song performed by by America
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Back To Nothing

you are a small bubble
living inside
a big bubble like the small cat
inside the stomach
of the comforting bigger cat
a joey
inside a kangaroo
a louse within a
mustache
there is always a story when something
is inside something else
like a sub-language
because somehow one must
survive the
dog's race or
the rat world
the internalization of
of the subsumed
fine, the story must be told
in the simplest manner
possible
there is no need for
a story teller
and the story goes like this:

there is a bubble which burst inside a bubble
and the bigger bubble bursts during the bursting
and then
the end is always the same as ever:

there is only nothing.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pink Pink

pink pink
Confirmed that it was armed
pink pink
Was right to be alarmed
pink pink
Ensured that nought was harmed
pnk pink
Steady hand and mind
pink pink
Micro-chip designed
pink pink
The password was declined
pink pink
Another course to take
pink pink
Caution not to shake
pink pink
Captivity a mistake
pink pink
Beads upon the brow
pink pink
Experience the how
pink pink
No chance to turn back now
pink pink
Be certain not to slip
pink pink
One last wire to snip
pink pink
Two hearts that skip a beat
penk penk
The sound that gives a lift
penk penk
Time to collect the gift
penk penk
The robbery will be swift

poem by Chris Dawson
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Aftermath for Friend Thad

I’m feeling rather delicate;
perhaps it’s something that I ate.
My stomach’s complains bitterly
It churns and churns incessantly.

I’m feeling bloated full of gas,
the pressure builds but will no pass.
It is becoming serious
I’m feeling really nauseous.

Then suddenly I feel the urge
a desperate need to go and purge.
I go and sit upon the throne.
Ah. Such relief I’ve never known.

I get but little sympathy.
My wife declares that I should be
aware of my capacity.
That too much beer is bad for me.

She might be right I must admit
which does not mean I must like it.
I rather have some sympathy.
Perhaps a nice hot cup of tea.

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A man with a pink umbrella

Pink day
Pink hedge
Pink porch
Pink balcony
Pink woman
Pink ghost on a pink road!
Pink door
Pink hello
Pink dream
Pink sparrow
Pink night

poem by Framarz Bagheri
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A Liz Town Humorist

Settin' round the stove, last night,
Down at Wess's store, was me
And Mart Strimples, Tunk, and White,
And Doc Bills, and two er three
Fellers o' the Mudsock tribe
No use tryin' to describe!
And says Doc, he says, says he--,
'Talkin' 'bout good things to eat,
Ripe mushmillon's hard to beat!'

I chawed on. And Mart he 'lowed
Wortermillon beat the mush--.
'Red,' he says, 'and juicy-- Hush--!
I'll jes' leave it to the crowd!'
Then a Mudsock chap, says he--,
'Punkin's good enough fer me--
Punkin pies, I mean,' he says--,
Them beats millons--! What say, Wess?

I chawed on. And Wess says--, 'Well,
You jes' fetch that wife of mine
All yer wortermillon-rine--,
And she'll bile it down a spell--
In with sorghum, I suppose,
And what else, Lord only knows--!
But I'm here to tell all hands
Them p'serves meets my demands!'

I chawed on. And White he says--,
'Well, I'll jes' stand, in with Wess--
I'm no hog!' And Tunk says--, 'I
Guess I'll pastur' out on pie
With the Mudsock boys!' says he;
'Now what's yourn?' he says to me:
I chawed on-- fer-- quite a spell
Then I speaks up, slow and dry--,
Jes' tobacker!' I-says-I--.
And you'd ort o' heerd 'em yell!

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Love Is Funny A novice Soon Learns

Love is funny a novice soon learns,
your heart beats uncontrollably,
And your stomach churns.

poem by Juan Olivarez
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Pink

A blush of pink:
She'd caught a roving eye -
He gave a wink.
Her smile had played a shy
And quaint florescence;
The siren of pubescence
Drew him in.

She bade him touch her hair,
Suggesting that he dare
To kiss her pulsing lips!
E'er the fool a man, he did:
The drips of blood began to cheer -
And so, another rid:

Tips of fangs are sharp, you know -
Dancing ivory feeds her soul -
See her claim a howl upon a chilling wind!

Slain, he lay across a crimson floor:
She grinned in her repletion.

A blush of pink;
Beneath a glowering sky
Her savoured drink
Was done.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Pink

Pink handkerchief
'Pink' username
Pink bag
Pink eyeglasses
Pink earrings
A girl in all-pink walking
A girl in all-pink talking
A girl in all-pink eating
A girl in all-pink hurting
A girl in all-pink crying
But a girl in all-pink, dazzling
A boy in a pink t-shirt, bedazzled
by a girl in all-pink
A girl with a Pink Soul.

poem by Mary Jesusa Villegas
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Test My Appetite

Some prefer and choose perfection,
To convey ideals...
Promoted to instill.
With a showing of a knowledge...
In a hope that this appeals.

And then there are those,
Who have chosen to be real.
Grounded and solid of sound minds.
To find they are critiqued...
By those of the pretentious kind.

'It is not proper etiquette,
To dip biscuits in stew.'

~Hey...
I am here to eat.
Not to see what others do.
And IF you're looking for a silver spoon.
To eat your stew?
You go and do that.
And my biscuits will be in your stew too!

In these times,
I will nourish first...
Before rehearsing any refinement,
I've learned from the past.
But today does not work.~

'It is not proper etiquette,
To dip biscuits in stew.'

~Hey...
I am here to eat.
Not to see what others do.
And IF you're looking for a silver spoon.
To eat your stew?
You go and do that.
And my biscuits will be in your stew too!

Go ahead!
Test my appetite!
I dare you.
Leave that stew.
And I'll show you what can be done with it.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Suits Me May Not Suit You

The bubbles in my pink champagne
Add to my air of gaiety.
I have no reason to complain.
The bubbles in my pink champagne
Remind me that I must retain
My place in high society
The bubbles in my pink champagne
add to my air of gaiety.

I do not doubt that’s true for you
But I prefer good honest ale
as any Englishman would do
I do not doubt that’s true for you
Because I have no reason to
But I prefer good honest ale
I do not doubt that’s true for you
But I prefer good honest ale.

Each to their own I must accept
Taste leaves little room for argument.
So I accord your due respect.
Each to their own I must accept
I have to say I don’t expect
To change established precedent.
Each to their own I must accept
Taste leaves little room for argument.

(31 August 2011)

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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this summer she wears her pink kimono
and she will walk under the pink blossoms of the pink sakura
she will carry a pink umbrella
and she will cross the pink bridge of kokoma

pink leaves on her feet
pink fingernails on her pink wooden shoes

in honor of her love
that never bloomed to complete red
she will sit on a pink bench
praying for pink clouds to drift
on the pink skies.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do You Want To Play?

Met her on a friday afternoon
In a neon dayglo pink
Chiffon satin room
She never looked back
She always looked good
Dressed in black
And she says oh
Do you want to play?

She lived beneath the
Disco discount store
With pictures of Randy Newman
Scattered all across the floor
I said "This place
Looks sort of desolate"
She said
"Are you only half alive?
Or have you simply always
Been this inarticulate?"

Oh
Do you want to play?

Don't think too hard
Don't think too fast
Don't ever try and say
What you can't take back
Don't try and comprehend
What you can't understand
Beneath the disco daylight
Neon crystal chandeleir
Pink champagne deity
I said "Take it back
Take it back
Take it back"

Oh
Do you want to play?

Oh
Do you want to play?

song performed by by Jewel from This Way
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Hangover

Be the light from my window
Be the time at my table
Be my hangover girl
Be my hangover girl
Be my hangover girl
Be my hangover girl
Share the wine at my table
Out of my mind see me stable
Find the time in my cradle
Be my hell of a girl
See my hell of a girl
Be my hell of a girl
See my hell of a girl
She waters down the rain when I get home
Be my hangover girl
See my hangover girl
Be my hangover girl
See my hangover girl
She waters down the rain when I get home
Its gonna rain when I get home
Its gonna rain when I get home
Its gonna rain when I get home
Its gonna rain when I get home

song performed by by Gomez
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Pink Pussycat

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Pink pussycat
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Pink pussycat
Where are you
Pink pussycat
Im looking for you
Pink pussycat
Meow meow meow
Pink pussycat
Where ya hiding puss
Pink pussycat
Im coming after you
Im gonna mix yer meow-meows
Pink pussycat
Got you in the car
Pink pussycat
Got you in the backseat
Pink pussycat
I wanna touch yer fur
Pink pussycat
Im gonna see you dance
Pink pussycat
Im gonna stand yer fur on end
Pink pussycat
Sleep inside you
Pink pussycat
Lick you clean
Pink pussycat
Gonna mess you up
Pink pussycat
Im a dog
Pink pussycat
Bow wow wow
Pink pussycat
Gonna chase you
Pink pussycat
Gonna catch you
Pink pussycat
Gonna bite you
Pink pussycat
Tear yer little ears off
Pink pussycat
Meow meow meow
Pink pussycat
Im so stroft

song performed by by Devo
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Figurative Seppuku

I gut my insides,
Removing my hard stomach
From my soft belly.
I disembowel myself
To free my parched, starving soul.

poem by Tim Stensloff
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Pink Life

Pink flowers
Pink pens
What about a pink life

Pink stars
Pink trees
What a pink life that would be

Pink shoes
Pink dresses
That is the pink fashion life for me!

poem by Claudia Wilson
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