Boy, I would feel a loneliness without you I cry to G-d not to take you after Christmas You are my strength in fur I…
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1 CommentI wanted some more I love my sister’s banana bread So moist and full of walnuts That I could eat the whole loaf If she…
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Leave a CommentHow come I can’t write a poem today? I haven’t thought of one “Maybe, because you are still asleep And now, it’s noon And you…
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They say a storm is coming It’s going to hit us soon Coming from the north they say By Friday afternoon Those big bad weather…
2 CommentsI stand my ground, both day and night, Within this field of grain. My job, to scare the birds away; With little thanks and zero…
4 CommentsWhat did Kelly Ripa say? Don’t rinse out the toothpaste What would you do with it? Swallow it? Yuck, that’s gross Everytime I swallow, I…
Leave a CommentMoon, you are a funny thing Never wanting to go away I don’t know why I even care Because it’s not my choice you stay…
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Greetings I have an announcement And youre not gonna like it I am a sensitive complex person I get easily overwhelmed and have issues with…
Leave a CommentFinally, I put on my glasses It was mid-afternoon when I realised I didn’t have them on As I was saying, it was mid-afternoon When…
1 Comment. Spun out of control. Bobbing then pommeled, squashed then bloated. A lone occupant within the confines of a tumble dryer at full…
2 Commentsinsanity was a stealthy embezzler whose imbecilic umbilical chord crowded against our pantry door divesting our hallway mirror merrily hammocking while woollen feet swung cosily…
1 CommentI desire yr lips, Yr touch, and yr tears I want to be covered with them all I desire the poetry I write To touch…
1 CommentLet’s ride the Nile You, being Marc Antony And I, the magnificent Cleopatra More like Liz Taylor and Richard Burton How we fight over our…
Leave a CommentMy American fingers are Stained by ketchup-favoured chips From last night’s hunger And the guilt is showing I wash… I wash… But it never can…
Leave a CommentStart yr poem here Don’t think of the last word Play with the phase That keeps running thru yr mind But when you get stuck…
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