Tag: poem
group name: yourpoetrysucks
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June 18, 2008 09:19 PM EDT --
It's not your words that make me stay
it's the tone in which you use to say
It's not your eyes that mesmerize
it's the emotion that they cannot hide
It's not merely a kiss . . . more
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May 08, 2008 08:37 PM EDT --
Another bit part as a whoremonger?
I keep getting typecast as myself
Fay Wray could dance too you know
Who the hell writes this stuff?
Is this a script? What's . . . more
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May 09, 2008 01:22 PM EDT --
Evening
Evening colors wept up and eastward
Daylight was just a fair-weather friend
Parking meters expired all over town
Please tell me this is not my shadow
Broken on the wheel . . . more
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May 04, 2008 03:54 PM EDT --
Your hands nest in your lap like doves
music of your laughter soars like a sparrow
rising to its home beneath the eaves of spring
Can I ever seek another land?
here I have built my . . . more
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May 07, 2008 10:59 PM EDT --
Sporting Life
I'm pinned down again
muddy paws of conscience
Cain's . . . more
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May 06, 2008 11:59 AM EDT --
Nuns taught me haiku:
even now it burns
to break the rules
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May 10, 2008 10:22 PM EDT --
I pretended to speak hieroglyphics once
Trying to impress a woman. Truth was
I didn't even like hummus. But
When a girl's got a sun disc over her head
and her long slender rays . . . more
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May 06, 2008 11:36 AM EDT --
ledger lines are handholds cut
into thestoneabovethestaff-
hang there...
more
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May 10, 2008 06:36 PM EDT --
I swore I'd never write you again but futility is more just a waste of paper. It's not that I needed to have the last word either. . . . more
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July 19, 2008 10:32 PM EDT --
Her heart beats.
The sad and lonely look on her face.
As she cant believe shes doing this.
He hands her a gown.
Then tells her to change.
As she walks from around . . . more
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July 18, 2008 03:23 AM EDT --
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September 08, 2007 05:53 PM EDT --
Portable crappers, and phat gangsta rappers
Overdressed lawyers, who think that they're dapper
Blonde second wives who are festooned with bling—
. . . more
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December 12, 2007 07:12 AM EST --
I wrote this poem on 26 April 2007, which I was inpatient at a psychiatric hospital seeking treatment for my depression:
A black raven
swoars over
seas of sand
Spotting its supper . . . more
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March 17, 2008 08:24 PM EDT --
If you were hit, dear, by a truck,
And I were left without you-
I wonder then who I would, er,
Sorry-let me start over.
I wonder up with whom I'd end
Among our unwed female friends. . . . more
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October 06, 2007 08:17 PM EDT --
Scientists have created frogs whose internal organs can be viewed through clear skin. . . . more
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September 15, 2007 11:28 AM EDT --
You looked, as you stood before the canned soups,
As if your goldfish had just died.
Exasperated at the end of a working day,
Preparing to make dinner for one,
Wondering whether . . . more
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July 07, 2007 02:18 PM EDT --
Darling, forgive me if I seem a dunth
But why must your period come oneth a month?
It strikes me that we'd avoid many a tear
If it was like Christmas and came once a year.
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September 27, 2007 01:21 PM EDT --
Where are the goofy hairdos of the past--
the ones my mom gave to my sisters, I ask?
They'd bring home a box of Lilt Home Permanent
To propel the girls' locks to the tonsorial . . . more
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June 14, 2008 09:50 AM EDT --
There is unity in this house.
Walls shake with our voice,
raised high,
a Sunday crescendo,
mirrored in the exultant rise
of the sun who catches us . . . more
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December 04, 2007 02:06 PM EST --
Holiday people, being too cheerful.
I'd like to give one or two a good earful.
Jolly like Santa, talking too loud—
I can't avoid them, I'm stuck in the crowd.
It's . . . more
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