Best Dithered Poems

Santa was in his sleigh waiting to go
But the elf loading team was a no show
A strike had been called
Santa was appalled
The elves taunted him saying ho ho ho...

Santa muttered and swore under his breath
Warned the strikers they ain't seen nothing yet
Called his friend Bill...

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(after Edgar Allan Poe's "The Angel of the Odd")

It was a tidy day and I sat, replete, under vellux blankets.
Sadly, my tea was weak, the bottle of cinnamon whiskey
tantalizingly low, and my feet swelling above my anklets.
So I was snippy one might say, zippy, flipping...

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“Why fit in when you were born to stand out?” 

David Brown, August 12, 2015

David had a moustache
It covered his lips
It grew and it grew
Till it reached to his hips

It flapped in the breeze
And it frightened small dogs
In the winter it would freeze
And in the...

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Long live my tormentor
'Cause as long as the pain lingers
Thoughts shall reverberate
As you in my heart thrive...

Long live the screeching silence
'Cause as long as the emptiness speaks
The soul can be pious
As the harmony feeds on the inner voice...

Long live the indefinite path
Uncanny & dithered answers
'Cause...

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Predictions work in twists of what makes life workable
High and often misconstrued by the dogma of science
Lies and damned lies and statistics for the insecure
Foes foretold surprise when the blindfolds shed masks
In the light of darkness mascara and games people play

Tim’s Persona crumbles in silent...

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Think you know Ben,
is that what you say,
did you know that he scheduled every solitary day...

What good shall I do today?
It is the question he asks at sunrise
to start his each and every day.

A regular schedule to plan out and achieve.
A guaranteed success plan for...

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My Child

My womb was filled with joyous pain
Feeling little fingers tapping my inner wall
Demanding the door of life be hither open
Birth 
Tears of joy at baby cries
Tears streaming down my eyes
Blood streaming down my thighs
Little one I begged to hold
Cutting chord, the music dithered
Silence of...

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Opaque

Self-determination digs the fight, 
Between lovers, crevacies and urns, 
Sunken to the black scraping the rust, 
The syntax to velocity 27 epic tech bust.

Velodrome phoneticised tightness of gyte,
Forced gynaecology for terse, gut and creation, 
Random infinity espouses truth glued thereunder, 
Catching it biopsies tumours in...

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Hamlet's story 
is sad and gory.
From the start the outlook's bad.
The king, i.e. Hamlet's dad,
got bumped off by his loving brother,
who then had the nerve to wed Ham's mother.
One night Hamlet met his old man's ghost,
who said: "My son, while I here roast,
your uncle, who...

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Three walls of plexiglas enclosed a trashcan and a wooden bench.
As streetlights sharpened shadows grim, the shelter seemed to welcome me.
I heard rough snoring as he dozed and smelled his alcoholic stench.
I didn’t want to waken him while waiting for the Number Three.

Though sheltered from...

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'Freedom Fighters'

The mordacious horde had spent the last cartridge

to loiter or elicit partisan justice the mob dithered

then they shackled their foes to be wizened in time

Families died in any case regardless of a trivial trifle

27th March 2017...

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Impeachment of Trump, a hoax and a witch hunt.... 


THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 2020
Impeachment Of President Trump Dismissed - It Was A Hoax
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.com/2020/02/impeachment-of-president-trump.html?m=1

????????
Walaowey.....
All that high drama and witch hunt after the sitting President...
After all the many unthinkable affirmative actions he had done...
A visit and a handshake...

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Wending her way westward, wafted on whispering wings
   Sailing serenely southward, slithering past secluded scenes
Nudging northward, noticing narrow, noctilucent moonbeams
   Edging effortlessly eastward, entering ecstasy's eerie baleen...

Grace dillied and dallied, then dithered and doodled and dozed
   Could Heaven's Handiwork...

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Moments are melancholy 
Because, lives have been lost 
People are in a state of bewilderment 
Dithered, confused, and distraught 
Nothing but a chaotic scene 
Filled with lots of bitterness 
With tragic events in London and Colombia 
Many people are sullen and filled with emptiness...

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That vertical sink
loaded with cargo
fraught,
with pools of blackened blood
burned me.


I never arrived
at a moot prologue
for the journey of dead.

The sun turned away
in a doubt
under a smoked trance of helplessness.

Perhaps it was true of a murder
in serene weather
when the astrologia was opposite.

The charred landscape
dithered about the...

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