Best Bothered Poems

Cold Monday morning
 He mumbles under his breath
 Car engine stutters
 As he turns the key in vain
 Temperature is rising.


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 Written ~ 20th...

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There once was a bum. He was the neighborhood drunk. He had an unkempt demeanor. His salt and pepper hair had not been washed in...

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They always said, “Please bother us no more”
when Tommy sang, and Mom would stick her head
inside his room. “We need to shut your door!”

And once...

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Notus comes creeping furtively from the south
hot and bothered from the blazing summer sun.
The wind of change...concealed it launches sudden storms
as clouds pile up across...

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A softer breeze blows his way
And a sunny day shines everywhere
Painting the sky blue and grey. 

But those hues are not for him,
For him it's...

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I will always fight,
on the right side of good.
Against those who bring hate,
like everyone should.

I welcome your trolls,
I will show them their place.
And if we...

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concerned about being upstaged
the glorious blue tinted rock
negotiated 
sent in the puffy white wisps 
to cover the vibrant coloured evergreens

the brown field in the foreground
felt...

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REAPING AND RELISHING SAPODILLA PLUMS

Reaching out towards freshness all ripened,
Holding onto huge branches hovering high,
Not bothered about tan getting deepened,
I hand pluck lush naseberries straight...

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The walls are stained by my fingers,
raw from trying to scratch them away,
but they’re unharmed and unmarked
on the random spots, here and there,
where I broke...

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A place in the sun shines for me.

Under the acknowledgement tree.

I don't mean from others.

They are too busy to be bothered.

Only from my experiences in...

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Some people are just uncomfortable
She is putting on a smile
under her mask
I don’t know if it’s her
or it’s me
She’s nice, a little hurried
Even her son’s...

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You called me "baby"
When your eyes streaked
In nudist dialect
Upon my strength

You begged to engorge
My palms
With cinnamon scented lotion

Taking me into melancholic forest
To sacrifice your shedding,...

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What is this feeling
This feeling deep down in my soul
Eating away at me
Threatening to tear away my flesh
And unmask me as someone completely different
Than who...

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lit up with the power to attract and excite
and framed by a window of the toy shop that night
a miniature world of trains, bridges and...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas,
and once in my bed,
no visions of anything 
danced in my head.
The night – uneventful -
no kids bothered me.
No sound of...

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