Other Poetry
A cornacopia of poetry
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It fills the world with joy And light never shined so bright as when Your smile lights up the world And something’s on my mind today I’ve been meaning to tell you awhile But each time that I try I cry As soon as I see your smile.
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And I run into you. I’m always running from something Tonight that someone’s you. You fill my days with misery I barely can survive It’s just the thought of killing you That’s keeping me alive!
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In every single form of life on Earth Exists the exact same spark of self-awareness Even those confused about the worth Of every other creature can’t deny this. One human fault is that most are blind To anyone’s experiences other than ours. An inherent flaw that leaves us all behind As other creatures congregate with…
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I am ever unappreciated. Always in my own cocoon of truth. Outside of here, the morons are elated. Ignorance is bliss but knowledge sooth. Almost all of everyone is dumb I grew up thinking they were just like me Until I grew in knowledge and succumbed To the misery it is to see. Knowledge is…
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I anticipate the moment of my death As one anticipates a coming storm For certainly my soul will be at peace And no longer be so troubled by the norm I was born into a time and place That failed to nurture something so unique And failed me many times throughout my life. I know…
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I’m going for a walk right now Not list’ning to your pleas. I know you want my presence there’s just Not enough of me. A lovely village band is playing Salsa in the square. I’d rather not be anywhere but Better here than there. Suddenly I’m far from you just Drinking in the sound, Then…
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Throw the kids against the wall. They’ll stick like glue— They’ll never fall— Good to get them out the way For vacuuming the floors Thursday. And while it’s only Monday now, We’ll feed them on the wall somehow, And even measure how they grow Upon the wall, oh how they’ll glow.
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A sonnet daily ‘bout the whims of one A borderline neurotic sort of dude. Of broken hearts and broken wills, so fun! Of love left unrequited — unrenewed. It will keep you healthy Whitman says If you take your dinner in the nude. As for your opus, always edit, yes. For we should be improving…
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I use my words to paint the page What glory do they bring? What fancy of the multitude? What charm? What wit? What bling? What courage to the men that read? What magic in my bones? And should we poll the multitude? To see whose side they’re on? And what path will you choose, young…
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A deadly fucking virus is abroad! It came across the air. Across the sea. It’s spreading uncontrolled through guys like Todd Who will not wear a mask—he says he’s free! But freedom’s an illusion. (news to Todd!) And none of us are ever truly free. Freedom is an effort to defraud The working class in…
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I’ve got no time for love poems for My verses seldom sate Any wont for cheerfulness In my frenetic haste. I hate the man who loved you back When I was seventeen. An eager sort of lad, I was, Obsessed with being seen. I hate the fact I never loved You deeper than your skin.…
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Kiss me here As I pull near No mistletoe Nowhere to go No time to think Nothing to drink Sober and clear So, kiss me here
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If your current situation Requires hesitation Then you’re doing it all wrong. You’ve got an obligation To deface entire stations You simply must be strong. There are hidden races In their secret hidden places Suff’ring for your meals. I know you have the time To listen to this rhyme And act like it’s a motherfucking…
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I wish I was a Panda Bear (are pandas even bears?) I’d roll around the surfaces And dine on bamboo fare If anyone were apprehensive (seeing me in a room) I’m only kissing Mrs. P! And dusting out my broom!
Musings of the Mad 