Poet Laureate of the Primitive Planets
Best free verse poetry on Earth
Because she knows
my arms are shorter than
the river is wide or is
longing in turmoil
she shipped me a selfie stick
across the Amazon divide
but I’d like to decide
we’d race with dueling sticks
at three paces, and run
a hush to photo finish
Answer key: The Human Poetry
Amazon
If the sun should speak to us
in a good mood to warm the day
let us fall by the grace of the storms and
take a kiss to forgive the rain.
Answer key: The Human Poetry
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Give me my praise
I shall not be wanted
Humble is praise in the valley
where the lambs are abundant; I do
not need to want for chops, and
I’d have no need for stewing.
Give me my paprika, the
shepherdess is at the barbecue
My staff, they comfort me not, for
an office gives me my unjust humor;
though cross, I’d let them
humor me well and lead me
to cross the river Styx into Egypt
and find my sticks, no carrots
Loquaciousness
do not fail me now, for
I must be at a gate of Heaven
to explain my case splayed out
in the verbosity of the century, yea
I come to praise Caesar and myself in kind
Tell me Caesar is there
and I am ubiquitous in
the quadrillion words of praise.
Answer key: The Human Poetry
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In the abyss of this cave
her music is my light, my film.
The visions of her sing for me,
caressing me in my memory,
a valley of duets.
Darkness plagues me like a dirge
yet I hear the Siren notes
to note her love haunting.
She is my concert here;
her songs comfort me
I am not afraid of thunder
nor shake, and still
I am her bass note in visions
and she is my coloratura
If my love comfort me
here from fright, say I :
Let there be light;
I will sing.
Answer key: The Human Poetry
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Listen friends to the call unanswered,
an innuendo unintended in the falls
where the leaves and rivers stream out
a scream for a clear meaning on a clear day
because who knows what storm approaches
when grace is not granted to Grace or Alice
and the day must be saved by taking a calling,
this emmaculate job given from above,
a fate to be embraced on the road not taken
until the dove of joy is released into the world
and Grace and Alice are loved by curious George.
Answer key: The Human Poetry
Amazon
Sorry you joined
the down club blues,
but let’s say
aloha, and
get down to party
’cause I’ve got
a trampoline bed
and I know ha
we’ve had our
ups and downs, but
I see sometimes
we merge to a heaven
inside ourselves jumping
beside ourselves with glee
Get down to party, see
ain’t no pillow fight, yeah
could be love downy, and
I’ll tickle you up, because
I love to hear you
laugh down the blues
Answer key: The Human Poetry
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We hired a limousine
to go gambling at
the House of Cards
in an Earthquake Zone.
They told us house rules:
we’d be playing strip poker.
We were big losers
and we lost all our clothes, but
the earth moved for us, and
we ran out into the street naked
escaping with love and happiness
Answer key: The Human Poetry
Amazon
Erudition alas
has not given me a
speaking part in a
play on words, and alas
I’m caught between
a hard-on path
and a romance
between the snoberati
and the hoi polloi
rolling along the road between
the rock and running joke.
Give me my just desert
and dessert commercial path part,
filmed in the desert with cherries
and with camels who
know the way to the oasis.
Answer key: The Human Poetry
Amazon
Last time princess Catherine was
here to sing an interlude, she stunned
me with a kiss and her homing pigeon,
Mary Wing the 5th
Dear Cathy had said
the King forbids me to ever return.
She left me no instructions to learn
and the staying bird said nothing, but I
wrote my love poems in
the emptiness of the nights, until
I latched onto a flying thought
and attached a flash drive
to attire the bird’s foot.
Fly home pigeon
fly. You carry
the dreams of the sky
the whiffs of love puffs.
The sky blue fell.
Cusses in the custard
and egg on the face
days were eaten, then
A crawling snail,
Charlie the 2nd
brought forth
some snail mail:
To wit to the witless:
Mary Wing has joined us
at the Bird Liberation Front.
N.B. : Nota birdie bene sic
we’re reading your chick verse
on our avian computer, and
for notes and song,
go fly a kite because
we don’t carry messages anymore.
C’est dommage
this pitiful shame pain
Cocooned in tragedy
Quelle honte cette tragédie
C’est un motif de pitié, but
Through a window to the sky I shouted:
tune me pity’s tat-tat
like a woodpecker’s drum
and I thumped the wood floor
like the elephant in a room
when the pity party is over
and then there was a thump on the door
and a knock, knock, knock
and a song from Heaven
“Catherine you’re here!”
“It is I”
“How come you thump my door”
“A little bird told me to come.”
This time
the melody lived in play
while the dragons were away.
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Dr. Doug Gilbert, [No relation]
Jan 23, 2023
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Answer key: The Human Poetry
Amazon
Why did you not go
when I told you
the tanks are coming.
Why did you go
into the garden, when
I told you there are
never flowers.
I wanted to send you away
but I was too weak when
you wanted to stay with me
and I said hide, but
you wanted to plant.
Why did you not go
when I told you
the tanks are coming.
Why did you go
into the garden
where there is no rain
and a bomb
fell on you. Backdoor Poetry
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Poet Laureate of the Primitive Planets 