Best Bear The Brunt Of Poems

My Dear Heart,

I owe you the gift of love and gratitude 
for each beat you take to keep me alive,
and for all the times you've been hurt
by bad decisions I made that wounded you.
You always heal, but I know you feel
the distress that sometimes left...

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The kittens found my bag of words
And in their furry glee
They tapped them with their tiny paws
And wrote a poem for me


The mouse, a house bound hermit
Used its subtle tail
To add some punctuation
Lest the meter fail


The dog sniffed idly, unimpressed
For he was wary of those...

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Axe the old Don, a trump peter n piper
   of incredulous hellish crud - be gone
ha air brushed pompous ****
   Sunkist in Macy's window 

   then like a jackal hound, he doth run
after public outcry yelps
   for...

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Oh, where did you come from? The sad sight of you 
     breaks my heart in two. I see that you're lost, 
            scared, disheveled and emaciated.

   ...

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Consistently inconsistent
Responsibly irresponsible
Flies among the birds
Yet the rat is his shape...
... The hypocrite...

The truthful liar
A pious criminal
Belongs to the two ends
Mouth: Two sided
Leaking words...
... The hypocrite...

Healthy but sick
Hungry but full
He is the foolish wise
Himself he deceives
Abeit thinking the world he deceiveth
He knoweth not
Full or not
He...

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I've picked the scabs until they bleed,
And then wonder why they never heal
Is it just a compulsive need
For pain to be what I mostly feel?

A Masochist- Antagonist!
Perfect Punch-drunk Pragmatist!
The Hypnotist who slits his wrists-
And I shall suffer in the midst

The Agony cuts one half of...

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DONALD TRUMP – RE: DUCKS --
this portion dashed off
(while dry ving an open white hearse slay
so many months back before
slated him slotted the most coveted
Casino biggest win - before the political imbroglio
much more upsetting than today
- - - - - - - - - -
Axe...

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LETTER to RON" Diary Notes : Lament at Dawn - A Year Ago Yet Now No Change "
Reviewed by Ronald Hull
8/19/2018

"Quite a lament! The state of Paris at dawn. Just the thought of sewage seeping down through the walls gives me the willies. Yes, Paris...

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Some Day I’m Coming Back


The things that made us who we are
aren’t written in a book
nor do the things they gave us
equal what they took.
Hands that rocked the cradle
soon left welts behind
the harshness of their laughter
made it less than kind.
Priest at Sunday dinner
guest at a...

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If you Lick the brain of the bear
                                    You will...

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Sound the sirens, tell them to bring oxygen in their company 
I'm overdosing on apathy, forcefully devouring justified anger
Sound the alarm, I'm just a volcano waiting to blow
I can't bury my head in sleep
the world has ordered all beds made of steel
my head full of...

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I just stared and picked at this paper thin wall.
The more that I could touch it, the more that I could fall.
What's this place beyond a really small line?
I know I haven't crossed it, but I'm not that far behind.

A penny for a miracle that...

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In an ill-advised decision,
Educationally dumb,
New York City’s ranked its teachers,
Which defies the rule of thumb.

For the whole world now has access
To the way each teacher scored,
Though I thought humiliation
Was a means to be deplored.

Only math and English teachers
Bear the brunt of this new rule,
Which eliminates...

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« Long love struck with the shape of you 
Captivated by your carmine hue » M.L.


I bow to every beat you undertake,
I rise to rhythm you race up for my sake,
I thank persistent pulse that has no break, 
I laud enormous effort that you make, 
I am...

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This hole in my breast
Hollowed out 
by the pointless drilling
of empty thoughts
that go nowhere
and lead to nothing.
Shapes dance before my eyes
Ghosts from a stolen moment
Wraiths of smoke and cold air
Echoing the cradle, heralding the grave.
It feels like I'm walking over broken glass
Shoeless and without direction
Going...

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