Best Consultation Poems

The Late Night Consultation, The Compromise, The New Delusion

Three nights of sadness, each a woe'some torture,
on that narrow ledge a cold raging deep within
I having...

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Consultation Room


Our organs we disdain
Until we have some pain
Then begin to learn
Let organs respect earn!

There’s this red “bean”
Fond of giving a spleen
Pith can suffer “cones”
They...

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A din ensued
my imaginary brood
with a good dose of misapprehension
hauled out their toys
and with a deafening noise
held band practice to demand my attention


My head resounded
I...

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You may wonder why I went after Eve.
Let’s face it: That was a big mistake.
At nun-time, attuned to the earth,
paradise on earth was mine…still I...

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I stand neck-high tall
within the quicksand
of my infirmities.
Green and gaunt,
I hesitantly genuflect.

Ravaged tendons and corpuscles
are barely breathing
within the vacant corridors
of a soiled carcass.

My ardor for...

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--  Just a bit of silliness --

"Baissez le rideau, la farce est jouee..."
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Letters from parents quite unsettling 
Elves keep asking what went wrong
Rudolph’s nose starts him meddling
He’ll have answers before too long

Santa and Mrs. Claus have a...

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The lawyer's named Julius
a veritable ebriosus
(in Queen's English:  perm'nently pissed)
he takes a last swig
gives a belch as of pig
from the bench: "Ouch!  Again...

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New Jersey was still a king’s colony
in the 1700s when Mrs. Leeds
awaited the birth of child thirteen.

In pain during labor she cried a curse!
The Quaker...

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 A French ‘Indianist’ Doctor: A Tribute to a Die-hard Humanist
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Like a hammer…they hit…some twit…
My earnings…my savings…but my cravings…
Beyond control…what kind of a future…to hold…?
The promise of wealth…but then the stealth…
No bomber…
The jack pot…it seems...

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I kind of getting in motion just to control my emotions.
With every condition 
I find nothing but division in every portion.
All positions seem to be...

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When for all I care less
I get lost in Your adoration,
My soul desires nothing but to bless
And sing the beauty of your Name.

O Jesus, You...

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Mr. Webster defines "impatience" as a dislike for anything causin' delay.
Alas, my paucity of patience I am reminded of each and every day!
'Tis a subject...

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Aha...At Last,..Bitta Bing Bitta Bang
The Figurative Nail Hit On The Hair Strand Size Head!

Though no physician,
this aging baby boomer
absolutely, intuitively, and
unequivocally sensed hair loss (mine),
at...

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