Best Addled Poems

have you not heard me?

borne upon the air at dusk, dancing ... I have whispered you in a million voices
    still, you...

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She was tragically wounded in her fragile heart
Betrayed by her lover, the one who tore it apart
with vile words and deeds he chose to impart
leaving...

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Mary Jane aka ganja, grass, marijuana and a host of other names.

Serenity is yours to gain
being led in dance to fairyland
swing waltz with Mary Jane

Sapped...

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Urgent Call for Love

The evil axis has been burning
Who rules the land? It’s now very vague.
The second son must get out of old Al Sham
And...

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yeah, right ...
do you really think I believe that?
that I'll swallow that pill?
look at the damn lines on this brow ...
do you think they were...

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Miz Liberty welcomed Luigi to America's shores to begin a brand new life.
He arrived at Ellis Isle with piles of baggage, three kids and his...

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A storm is brewing in the azure ether
Somber clouds loom with thunderbolts
Shadows enshrouded small seaside town
Tides crashes with ire against the rocks

Inner turmoil seethes in...

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CRAZY MIRROR






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Shall I liken you to a corpse bouquet?
You are certainly ripe and more fetid.
The fond zephyrs of May waft your decay
Up the addled noses of...

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Nearing the end of their fleeting days,
short-inhaled lives infirmly await the long dark
Garrulously tilting fermented liquids in a park,
they watch their former youthful ways

Addled memories...

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When you’ve had a day that has made you feel like hell;
When every turn you seem to make just doesn’t go down well.
When on the...

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“But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
–“He Wishes for...

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On the course it's pouring down rain.

 Anyone would think he's insane.

but a ball in a hole

is his joyful goal.

 I think golf has addled...

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The Whittlers

The stately county courthouse was their usual meeting place,
a columned Greek Revival, and a lovely public space.
They sat upon their benches under lofty pecan...

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Living my life on the Dole*, 
Because my Mum told me so, 
Interview at ‘McDonalds’, but that Tyrant told me "No!", 
See, we're a family...

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