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The Ladder
This is a dynamic ranking ladder of my poems that changes in real time as |
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#1741 | Remember all your rulers. Use your current-one real fast. Measure wing-tips to the drool. And prepare to hear the draft. _ |
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#1742 | Yes it was impossible. That-one got away. It positively stayed inside. We think it rhymed with "hey". _ |
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#1743 | Here we are, in front of an old-truck-stop. (Those positive, will see a store). And to our right, you see-musical notes. In barrels of ignore. _ |
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#1744 | I will-not hold my-fingers, to air. When impossibility is due. Because words, are flying to the meanings. That typewriters never always knew. _ |
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#1745 | They are used to bang numerous-things. Mostly keyboard-keys and wings. But how-high or low they go. Depend on how-far the rib cage "pings". _ |
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#1746 | What do the major six wear? Upon the guardian slope. Wow. Three thousand pounds? That's allot of coat. _ |
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#1747 | I'll stay off the fingers. Leprechauns are-not new. Luck has nothing, to do with it. All "thirds" are atoms too. _ |
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#1748 | Hey who missed the fox? Was that you? I had a bad grape too. An Ontario wind that struck my vine. My galleries await your climb. _ |
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#1749 | And as a derivative of homely life. Though such little pains. Through the roof of simple nice. Oh such little rains. _ |
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#1750 | How often should the confrontations be watered. And how often should I collect the failed? What exactly is a manner for. And where loft are the oft betrayaled? _ |
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#1751 | Can I call you yard to yet. And believe you too can fly. The sadness of a humming bird's bet. Is that you both know why. _ |
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#1752 | Viewed upside down house plants left too close. To the unrailed edges of their garden decks. A nice white house with a large photo of its owners. In a pearl such is grown are her she objects. _ |
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#1753 | To push down garbage, in a kitchen waste receptacle. Or that spring loaded lid has won. If there is a favorite sting for me. Alas its work is done. _ |
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#1754 | Inspiration is like a syringe. It's important to never talk. In fact I shouldn't be talking now. Oops you saw my thought. _ |
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#1755 | The out there looks very out there today. Two galleries collided without a single collision. And in other news I saw their rights to spring. Sung by the kite's beautician. _ |
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#1756 | Correct time is handed down by favor. And I must choose a source by flavor. My mind is only good as ask why. And who I choose to set my laughs by. _ |
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#1757 | To kiss you I wanted more than life. I'm sorry I don't know why. I could have told you how the universe worked. But this moment not why I cry. _ |
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#1758 | Buy equations to rescue mind. And equate the mist with climb. With only kind plus lonely time. I insist that equals fine. _ |
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#1759 | Water in a faucet. Like poetry on the mind. Hope is there when you turn a tap. But the source has been refined. _ |
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#1760 | With adequately as my favorite word. I try to shave each war. Blightless like my Apple Macintosh. Perfection is just being sure. _ |
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#1761 | It arrives disfigured as a situation. The unthinkable ugly hunch. And somehow someway a choice is made. And the universe bungie jumps. _ |
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#1762 | We could go to the museum. And see fine arts today! I went alone to endless roam. But found no preach to say. _ |
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#1763 | Spit ball from straw hitting yourself shot from. Yourself seated nearby at mall then smiling. And no female arctic ostriches. By a woman who paints like me dialing. _ |
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#1764 | I am not impressed by talking. That worst abuse of words. If you don't mind I'll stand nearby gawking. To understand by thirds. _ |
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#1765 | Let's raise a toast to hope the word. That keeps every wrote afloat. Let's hear hear it's tandem swear. And hope inner dark can vote. _ |
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#1766 | People can orbit people just like stars. Then I saw you at the mall. To be around you until we lose count. When to have no wall. _ |
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#1767 | List the waves as speculation. All designs, by make believe. Insinuating Neptune's morning. That such a mate can leave. _ |
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#1768 | Let's travel to a distant land. And maybe see a rock. I'll see you there inside my mind. Goodbye old friend called walk. _ |
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#1769 | Poems and paintings guns and saintings. Life invents so many ways. To move the thinking to other thinkers. We all must fight that haze. _ |
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#1770 | Apartment buildings? Get over here. Eat anyway you want. Cup your river like a spoon. And in each bedroom taunt. _ |
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