Spring Anxiety Poems

Teresa of Ávila
Dreamt the passion of God.

A physical fire 
Burned an image of his power.

An image I envisioned was one so dull 
Full of pain
A...

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Detailing delicate defecation debacle

Otherwise wordily titled: pooped out
after pouring bucketfuls of water into 
place of ablutions
all the while skipping to my loo
umpteen times courtesy bathtub...

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I'm ready to get rid
of this despicable mood
that others find cool;
I find it extremely sad!

Gee, I had enough of rain for days,
too tired of holding...

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Where's the pink-footed goose that evil-minded Warde
tried to catch? Didn't the bird follow his shrieking horde?
He was parched on the white oak over the small...

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It's snowing
       even though it's
           April
   ...

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It is 2 AM by the room clock,
Body, helpless, detached; done
Brain, still active. Heart wanting
the sweet melody of music. Alas,
the speaker needs the electric
embrace of...

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Strewn on a beach
Threads exposed
Elastic challenged by extremes
But vibrant and undefeated
For it was only Spring 
So far it had only ever known being wanted
From the...

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Being Bob

Bob, is just an ordinary guy in every sense of the word. Five ft eight inches tall, a little on the chubby side and...

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One, two, three, 
Then a change of scene. 

Falls were always so calm, 
The winters comfortable. 
Summers were warm,
But the spring was always a little...

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Perche' di notte non riesco a dormire;
ah, potro' mai sognare un mare scintillante
e stringerti in queste braccia cosi' calde
e non cercare piu' quella luna di...

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They see it as aesthetically pleasing 
The interconnection of a cultural clash
Making diverse diasporas meet
Distinctive city made out of filthy cash
They see the blacktop streets...

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Spring.

Flowers, and warmth.

Morning dew, and sunshine.

Going from hot coffee to iced.

Last spring…

We idealize last spring.

But what if this spring…

I dust and the dust chokes me.

Or...

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There is enough pain in poetry for lessons
Others words means I can glimpse the future
Tiredness has taken me over, I'm forgetful
Soothing lullabies are sung to...

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If I were independent.

I would drive.

I would drive everyone around.

We would smile.

We would be friends.

Taking turns.

At the wheel.

I would be generous and helpful.

Offering to drive...

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Life has become an amorphous mass,
Sans shape, sans structure.
And my mind is in total discombobulation.
I feel I am like a scrap yard.
My world has lost...

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