Best Bicker Poems

I shall delete my existence says the dead man
	No more do I breathe	
	No more shall I rant
	Although often I recant

I shall delete all my poems...

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Shaken, angry  and scared is the family that was once three

Each parent accusing the other of murder in the second degree

But just who would...

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There once was a cranky old parrot
who had all the charms of a ferret.
She went to great ends
to get rid of friends
and now lives in...

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With the weather cold and dry
My mind wanders far and wide
Within the future things in store
Negative thoughts, nevermore

Of course the mind can think of horrible...

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Why did you tell me "I love you?" 
A knee-jerk birthed of fear? 
A pandering to my ego? 
Words I wanted to hear? 

Why did...

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(07/07/11)

The times that the two of us would
Walk hand in hand- not a word would be spoken
But we would understand.

Sitting at the table - both...

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I'm tired of those days
I'm tired of the games
Can't stand when you call
When you don't even know my name
 
Tired of trying to let things...

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Love is like a blinding light
At First your looking
With all your might
To find the one 
You’ll love forever
To find the one
To build a life together

Like...

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A once vibrant Cosmic marvel turned to dust, 
the result of hate, and of ignorance and of lust!

An illusion we have of being the crown...

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“Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and...

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Your mother always yelled at your father to fix the nail protruding from the kitchen floor.
“It’s going to hurt someone someday,” she would bicker,
but your...

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If I were a fly on the wall.
I'd dwell in the government hall.
I'd observe all  their ravings and rants.
As they determine the fate of...

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I was once crushed with plastic kindness on the brink of murder,
I knew it all along and watched you play the game real confidently
I saw...

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>River Orwell and a Poppy field
By Stanley Russell Harris
(The mad Author)

I went out with the wife today.
We walked by the River Orwell I say.
Tide was...

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False promises and bold faced lies
			From leaders we call men,
			Too foolish, vain and unwise
			It’s the election blues again.

			Feign to believe the web they weave
			With patient...

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