Best Freakish Poems

May May Be
By Franklin Price
4/25/2015

May may be the nicest month
Of all the dozen best
You may ask why would I say this
Let us put it to...

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You are my pest-friend,
As you may not know,
And I deem it my pleasure and privilege
To write this panegyric of you.

Mostly chocolate brown in complexion;
And very...

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Dear Lordy, what have you done
this loony spouse given me…
he rants and TV- clicks all night
much like a  freakish banshee!

Obsessed with horror movies
remote ...

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I was an experienced astrologer, for wandering stars held much fascination,
Luring in opal darkness of mystery, like beautiful butterfly transformations.

My days were spent charting pretty...

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GONE FISHING

A few years ago, I went fishing,
With Larry & Don off the Jones Beach Pier,
We had no clue if the fish were biting,
But at...

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I have a friend called Bob Beaubobble
who trains unusual pets to juggle
assorted items frequently fumbled
by freakish fish or octibumbles

This hobby made him mucha dinero
which he...

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It is the magic held within the darkness, the whispering of the night winds,
Echoing through haunted graveyards, cast are thus ancient spells, illuminated
Beneath the harvest...

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Once there was a dishwasher leak
That went on and on for a week
It flooded the clean floor 
Sorrow ran in the door
The situation looked so...

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The late may sunlight is bathing a monument of Nature
so colossal in sculpted vertical structure
that it may very well be the palace complex of forgotten...

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It seems the world consists of two by two,
And outcast ones are freakish by compare;
I used to be a half of two with you,
But now...

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Like quicksilver changing  moods in a day
Cousin Bess defies norms, such freakish will;
A  dazed mess about her I can’t even  explain…
Whenever late,...

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Should my home catch flames; ABLAZE
simply one collection shall I salvage
to spare my brain waves from becoming a maze of craze

ahhh...my beloved Poet Trees shall...

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Barely above a breathe
My identity dissolves
I am a freakish clown of weak display
Remnants of noble motions ripple flatter and wider along the lake
I am quieting...

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Frozen in time-2

I remember,
not so long ago
Sirocco winds,
would blow,
igniting our 
passions embers,
who could 
contemplate September.

Then the leaves 
changed their hue
as did your complexion
Hindsight, 
illuminates my...

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I'm a *****!
I'm a bastard!
But that is who I am
A paradox of virtues criss-crossed with elements of brokenness...
 
I have become what I have feared,
indifferent...

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