Best Bane Of Poems

In mournful shrouded clouds my darkest mood does dress
in desolated winter drear no spring can bless.
Your death did steal my breath and heartbeat like a thief,
I’m nothing but a dying tree without a leaf;
barren branches bland reaching skyward in drab brown -
doomful gloom, I ache...

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I have abandoned all my ships,
Just because I see stars.
That is when you caught my glimpse.
But I should recall
That since everything eventually dies,
Now, you are just a supernova's ashes.

(The strained stars
Are through the pain lane;
Slain in vain with seraphic darkness and darkened brightness...)

So, bring me...

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In its whisperings and articulations 
A searchlight into that hidden recess
The bane of acquisitions 
Becomes the flight from humility
On which freedom rests 
Shall we render benefaction of such
Crude and insidious notions........

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I want fame and humility
I want war and I want peace
I want God and I want freedom
I want freedom and enslavment

I want to settle down, and keep moving
I sprint home and crawl to work
I'll eat my fill and then I'll starve
I will kill and I...

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An addiction it is!
                                     An addiction to my being.
...

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Minus adverse side effects
courtesy Ropinirole HCL
couple nights I did try,
albeit yours truly wanted to die,
plus also yearned tubby
among grrrrrreat full dead, no lie,

yes absent asthenia, fatigue,
and/or malaise oh my
nausea, vomiting, somnolence, dizziness,
and asthenic condition,
I woefully did decry
unconsciously kicking,

thrashing, twitching, wife kvetching
downing aforementioned medication
found me awry
beseeching...

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The bane of able men, is a blind, deaf and crippled world,
Lacking in discernment, decorum and sincerity,
Wanting genuine gratitude, profound wisdom and propriety,
Choking on complacency, and adrift in a sea of avarice,
Void of foresight, and ignorant of looming calamity,
Full of men greedy for mere gain--like...

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The bane of a cold sore inside my mouth

Sent my smooching life south,
whereby I felt like poor Georgie Porgie,
pudding and pie,
who kissed the girls and made them cry.

The medical term for cold sores,
Herpes Labialis, refers
to the Herpes virus Type 1 (HSV-1)
that most often causes these...

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Bane of dyschezia

Constipation spoilt rare visit
with eldest daughter
(yesterday - November twenty sixth
two thousand twenty two)
currently housed near
Rittenhouse Square, Pennsylvania.

Less than twelve hours
after a cocktail comprising
handful of prunes,
four psyllium husk capsules,
plus three dulcolax.

Myself and missis
privy to meet our grand kittens
(tortoiseshell synonymous tabby cats
patterned with small blotches...

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"You're the Bane of my existence and the object of my desire", I could never tell you that, these words could describe what I feel for you but only incorrectly. You could never be the Bane of my existence, because I feel blessed to have...

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This erstwhile avid poet stir "boy"
prone to hyperbole in a "man" newer
(manure) of writing about his foie
gras bulls, (which matter of fact
happen tubby Ruby red)

redirects his gripe, how
he no longer doth enjoy
sharing his rhymes without
(poems), resorts to joy
full tongue in cheek humor to

lament, harumph, decry...
a...

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There is no god in England
(I learned of that this day)
For when a man is stricken
He has no more to say.
He lies in expectation,
The end to shortly be,
Torment is blindly gazing out
Through eyes that barely see.

The blaze within his body
Radiates, and yet,
The chilling of his...

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Joy of pleasure, a child of poor parents,
Bliss alone founts from a perpetual spring,
Joy fancies scores of fond uncles and aunts, 
Never lasts long the song they choose to sing.
Being a moth made of mere moments nigh,
It sleeps all day, to wake in glare of...

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The monumental bane of OCD - obsessive compulsive disorder

As origin of *****Sapien species surged ahead,
harboring nascent predominance
asper said primate reproductively bred,
(albeit via incremental fits and starts)
evolutionary forebears didst dread
Tom Tom Club former members
an American new wave band founded in 1981
by husband-and-wife team Chris Frantz
and...

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Argh... the bane of daylight savings time – November 3rd 2024

Hour hands clock back
sixty minutes of Autumn
round about same of month
every year, what a bummer,
an inconvenient truth
diverged from this chum
purposelessly manipulating
hold over yesteryear doth drum
sensation of jet lag
(an inconvenient truth

with earth in the balance)
as if...

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