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Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 10
Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a New Reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for the month of November. (or one, or six, or fifteen) Prompts may be revisited at any time. All members are welcome.
Topic : Write a poem inspired by a Guilty Pleasure.
Form : Any
Line requirements: 8 or more
Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish.
Questions?
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The interviews have only just begun,
Edward Joseph Dimmons, that's who he meant,
not Joe the part-time cleaner, muffled, 'Hon-
ey get the door!' Madison answers, hint
of vanilla wafting, tightens her robe,
'What are you doing here?' 'Following through,
we found some hairs at the scene-' a big dob-
erman barks wildly. Joe's barking too, 'You
cops are incompetent! I like to watch,
you filthy pervert, here's our porno site!
Stan was an asset, more ways than one.' 'Gotch-
a, I imagine you want this kept quiet?'
'I dont want to lose their respect!' she cried.
Too many people with too much to hide.
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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Discoveries at Arm’s Length
My secret pleasures
which some might call “guilty”
(I would)
tend to be unconventional
discovered juxtapositions
of one thing with another
for example, imagination
with stimulation
or that forbidden favorite
fresh honeydew melon
with Hollandaise sauce...
Hoo-
ah!
Non-practicing atheist
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Popsicles for Dinner
Cavities are born on nights
like this,
no one checking if the toothbrush is wet.
Who needs a bedtime story
when someone else's dad
has uploaded new content?
Goodnight moon.
Goodnight red balloon.
Funny how blue light
doesn't show the sticky.
You almost miss
popsicle sticks on pillows.
So many sacrifices,
just so I could write this.
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Nickleback
Distane comes
out of my mouth
in form talking shit.
Procedural progressions,
followed by catchy hooks.
Hold me now, I'm going to hurl.
Somewhere between
Nickleback, AI, and
blue collar cowboys singing
the same song in ten different ways.
I stopped giving a shit
about the how's and why's?
Im just glad someone is
singing at work.
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
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All my lovers are convicts
who only pleaded not guilty
either to test the system
or to disturb their victims
and their lamentable kin.
The letters, the calls, the kisses
that we exchange are sweetest
whenever the guards and our fellow
conjugal visits are forced
to smell, to hear, to watch.
