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"Opus Magnificent of my Inner and Outer Workings"

Oh devious crowel phrum

of my siphoning spleen

splashing strange chemicals

keeping my insides clean

Loads of little movements

gurgling shabtoo sounds

bizarre echolocation

of my lunch making rounds

Creeping shingles itching

requiring a scratch an hour

reminding lacktorn quobime

to avoid cheese so sour

mysteriously found odors

wafting from below

caressing nostril hairs

tangled in waushel ploe

© LeRoy James McKitrick, All rights reserved

My Ode To Douglas Adams.....a special prize goes to the one who identifies this wonderful style of poetry!

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~ Hate to tell ya this Hon... That's really poorly done then!

... Thank you for making me laugh! :biggrinthumb:

A Vogon would never have used 'wafting'... That's not a Vogonish poetry word, now is it? :rolleyes:

& over-all the entire effort is much too short. :lol: & you had rhythm!!!

{I know, when ya got it, just can't lose it, huh? :dntknw:}

You just lost the first assimilation round of the Vogon poetathlon.

If you are to apply to enter the poetathlon next year, you must file the proper forms and be sure of the appropriate length of your submission. Complete all forms in triplicate and do not neglect proper approval signatory. All forms must be filed in the assigned reporting department exactly 365 days prior to the date of the event. Failure to do so will automatically cause a default of the presumed entrance fee. If such fee is not provided 367 days before the poetathlon begins you shall be fined that amount plus 3x for filing and processing fees.

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"Opus Magnificent of my Inner and Outer Workings"

Oh devious crowel phrum

of my siphoning spleen

splashing strange chemicals

keeping my insides clean

Loads of little movements

gurgling shabtoo sounds

bizarre echolocation

of my lunch making rounds

Creeping shingles itching

requiring a scratch an hour

reminding lacktorn quobime

to avoid cheese so sour

mysteriously found odors

wafting from below

caressing nostril hairs

tangled in waushel ploe

© LeRoy James McKitrick, All rights reserved

My Ode To Douglas Adams.....a special prize goes to the one who identifies this wonderful style of poetry!

Next time you post Vogon poetry, could you be so kind as to soften us up with some cudgels beforehand?

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  • 2 weeks later...

Eleven

I catch her eyes

daring staring me down

over the crystal rim of my glass

(nice, rich glass of syrah)

I know the look,

I know all her looks

as she knows mine.

She wishes to speak;

words important and dear,

simmered in the warm cauldron

of her heart.

-We've been seeing each other

for eleven years now.

-Hmmm. I know.

-Was it worth it?

-If I could go back,

I'd make you mine

a thousand times over

and over again.

-Hmmm. Yeah, me too.

A smile settles in

for the long stay on my lips

pulling up on the left

(to make itself more comfortable)

I wink the wink

she knows so well

and lift my glass on high.

-Here's to eleven!

© LeRoy James McKitrick, All rights reserved

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Paths to Decide

My back ramrod straight

head held high in the knowledge

my echoing footsteps lead

towards the truest path.

Chaos, doubt and entropy left

sulking on the roadside

thumbs outstretched in the hope

of another traveler limping along

their confusing, twisting

byways leading to nothing.

I have stepped around such

petty distractions littering

my path, of no consequence are they.

My Will, Intelligence and Reason

assist my fingers and toes

digging into life's treacherous cliff sides

searching for subtle, hidden grips,

upward, the journey, onward my journey.

My choice correct, once again,

setbacks are few and losing strength

to hinder my forward sight

on horizons (oh, so near!)

A vast foundation, built brick by stone,

(hard decisions forged in the dark of alone)

holding up my soul

allows a helping hand,

warm with love and respect

for my fellow traveler

giving just a little of my strength

to bolster another's path.

"Come, walk with me.

Together, we shall bask

in logic's light beaming

for decisions made well."

© LeRoy James McKitrick, All rights reserved

http://allpoetry.com/poem/show/4032471

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"C'mon, Trust me"

Gaze upon the vast knowledge

I've gathered here

in easy to digest pamphlets

glossy, appealing, pretty pictures

of blood pain suffering;

all the ultimate sacrifice

to save your Soul!

(it's bound for straight

for hellfire right now, buddy)

REPENT!

Ignore my rotund figure

and greasy hair,

see past my reptilian smile

and witness the glory of simple faith

for simple folks.

A complete redemption for you, my friend,

all you have to do,

is abandon all logic

and believe.

© LeRoy James McKitrick, All rights reserved

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