We who breathe are oft inclined
To be of less than perfect mind
And, in such state, to raise a fuss
About how fortune frowns on us
For we have all our limbs and eyes,
Have yet to meet a grim demise,
Have bellies full and blankets warm
And lives absent from grievous harm,
Have water fresh on every street
And fertile earth beneath our feet.
We fear no predatory foe,
And yet our hearts are filled with woe;
We see our neighbor’s joy and sigh,
“They have a bit more stuff than I…”
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In a world where being smart
Will make you mistrusted,
Where telling the truth
Makes one seem maladjusted,
Where showing compassion
Invites social scorn,
Where condemned are the happy
And praised the forlorn,
Where the vicious are wealthy
And the meek can’t inherit,
Where you’re judged by one’s look
And not by one’s merit,
I hope you’re condemned
To what’s nearly infinite
So when the world becomes worthy
You’ll still fit within it.
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There’s a lake just off the freeway
That I went to with a girl
And we sat beside the water,
Feeding nature to a squirrel.
We made noises with our mouths
And made each other laugh,
Then we got someone to feed us
And we only paid for half.
We saw folks in real pain
Pretend to hurt in different ways
While on a screen and in the guise
Of whatever film’s the craze.
Then I drove backwards up a hill
To drop her off at almost nowhere.
I think about her every time
I see that lake, but never go there.
Such is love and such is life
For one who sees the sun at night,
Who, knowing how they hunger so,
Gladly lets the bedbugs bite.
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Lucy says “Heyy”
As she walks in the door
With a light in her eyes
And her eyes on the floor.
She’s looking for victims
That she can make smile
For she’s also not had
Such a grin for a while.
Lucy’s confused;
She’s alone in the crowd,
Her world always quiet,
Her mind always loud.
She hasn’t found love
In a box on a shelf
But she’s never been told
To bring joy to herself,
And so she goes hunting
A surrogate soul
And she uses her vigor
To make her prey whole,
To make someone laugh
And to make a face gleam
Like the paint on her visage
She hopes makes her seem.
Some think her a clown;
Some think her a doll.
What she fears is being
Not thought of at all,
To be seen as convenient,
Someone’s future “his.”
She fears being seen as
What she fears she is.
She’s found her next target!
She gives them her charm
With a flower in her hair
And the game on her arm,
One of the next many
Whose lives she will brighten,
Whose fears she’ll erase
And whose burdens she’ll lighten.
Someday she’ll look up
And she’ll see the sun set
And her mind will be calm
And her needs will be met;
She’ll live as she dreams
When she comes to someday.
Until then she’ll walk in
And tell someone, “Heyy.”
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In 36 minutes
The world goes on sale
And you can buy with a click
A big TV
Or game machine
Or even a bigger… machine.
You can spend
With a plastic card
From a company that travels to Venus
But you’ll still seek
A solution to
Your very tiny… bank account.
I didn’t mean
For this poem to be
This amount of long,
But then I thought
Of way too many
Things that rhyme with… ya know?
And so I end
With a big salute
To anyone named Morgan
And wish you
Happy Prime Day
And a poetic male organ.
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Yesterday, no poem
Was published upon this site;
No letters marked with blackness
Formed a word against the white.
I wrote no form of humor
That is funny ’cause it’s dumb…
On the one hand, sorry.
On the other, you’re welcome!
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I gained a couple of pounds
Since the last time I was seen.
I’m noticeably wider
Since the start of quarantine.
I’ve got handles for lovin’
But no contact with my queen.
Life has stalled, I’m going bald
And I gained Covid 19.
I’m sitting at home on a Monday
Drinking water straight from the tap
While I stare at some novels by time’s greatest minds
And then sit and write out this crap.
Then I picture you, my dear reader
With more money and power than me
Reading this crap on the internet
And I know, in a way, you’re like me.
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Yesterday, I swore
To put in the work,
In no effort fail
And in no duty shirk,
With hopes that what came
Would be “awesome and clever.”
I fulfill that promise
This evening. However…
I spent the afternoon
Teaching and gaming
Then followed that up
With some Pokemon taming.
Now with just 32
Minutes to go
‘Til what is today
Becomes what’s tomorrow
I write out this poem
With many a rhyme
So that reading it all
Will take you a long time,
The idea being
If you must work hard
You’ll think me more effortful
And, thus, a good bard.
And if you stopped reading
Before that confession,
Having been turned off
By your own first impression
Or else by the length
Of the stuff with no point
Then you, with the title
Of “dude,” I anoint.
Alas, as I wrap up
These meaningless stanzas,
The latest of many
Poem-stravaganzas
I shed but one tear
For the non-finishers who’d
Feel so happy knowing
I’d anointed them “dude.”
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Tomorrow it shall be
My sincerest endeavor
To compose some light verse
That’s both awesome and clever.
Tonight my endeavor’s
To not lose my clout
While I promise you good stuff
That’s yet to come out.
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