Bedsores Poems - Poems about Bedsores

...I am mesmerized by TV on Wednesday and Thursday I laid in a recliner all day my butt making an impression that will be there forever I almost have bedsores today I finally shook myself out of t......

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...from a sweetened green spring ripples of sanguineous salt a mixing bowl brings forth oceans and trees cans, cigarettes stains on carpets like bedsores ......

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...Surely God is good, Surely to Israel, Surely God is good to Israel, Surely God to pure hearts, (please don’t call me Surely) Soitenly God-Blessed are the dear-heart folks? Who shall have att......

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...‘babes you need UV protection’ from top to tail and midsection ‘I’m African don’t be daft’ quite insulted she laughed a masterpiece of self deception but the tan worshipper in Cape T......

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...A true writer when consigned to their virus induced self-isolation Might want to consider turning over in bed for hot contemplation Passion cannot be subdued by staying at home for an interim s......

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...‘Madness kills Insanity’ Melancholy daggers had struck him down again Compressed a fragile state of festering fragments Left behind on slow incisions ready for the kill A crazy old ma......

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...Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts. Part 3 our subject awoke while still dark everywhere dark with ......

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...Hap, hap, happy day, it's Friday once more Look forward each week, my work was a bore Same old grind Going outta my mind Hope this weekend I don't get too many bedsores © Jack Ellison ......

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...my life is frozen and stuck in time an endless torture an endless rhyme bloodstained bedsores and lifetime slits a world of chaos and murderous skits in a world that's mine but in mind of my......

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...I pray Almighty, my freakazoid parents the self-proclaimed-pulpits of puritanical pious and pompous selfish keep their cult like claws away from my throat, and respect my sanctimonious death......

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