Best Frittered Poems

The absence of love plays on my mind,
I search within, but love, I cannot find.

Another wasted day, just frittered away.
Can't bring myself to see, it's...

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The lowly turnip
Earthy, fleshy
Roots falling from its eyes
Fed to  livestock
One of God’s root crops
Yet deemed  untasty
By most palates 

Carrots and potatoes
Receive accolades
Carrots in...

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We became us, me and Pascal
Perhaps slightly out with my rationale
But I was 18, prone to cause a fuss
Me and Pascal, we became us

Difficult goth...

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Time is too precious
To be frittered today
There are not enough hours
As the sand runs away 

But I halt my obsession
With the ticks and the tocks
Or...

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The night has come and I have lost my way.
With recklessness, I frittered daylight hours.
Surprised am I at ending of the day.

Refusing guidance, I began...

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Their rending cries, when all is still, reecho in the moonlight;
They lie about in fitful slumber on the ground at noonlight,
Their virgin hair spread in...

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The Camp Cooky’s singin again outa tune,
  about turnin 60 today around noon

"What good is there in it?" I hear him say,
  and...

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It takes some courage to eat a legume's fruit
knowing what is known of each poisonous part
of the locust (although the flowers may be frittered).

What's pushing...

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It is time to grieve a cop has died
Son to a mother, darling father to a child
Leaving kin behind and many more
Claimed by the force...

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Sunday night means irritation
   aggravation, pure frustration
Weekend’s gone, workweek looms
   Monday’s forecast, gloom and doom

Cheer us up, my family pleads
 ...

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Power Point Presentation on Meditation was underway
Eyes, ears glued to central points, narrative was on
Suddenly someone sneezed, concentration frittered away 
Missed the Point, presentor thought,...

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I am the newly born face of munificence, unquenchable beauty. 
My tides are full with bountifulness, like an orchard to the table.
My fleece radiates guiltless...

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It's pleasing to see that it happens to everyone,
all of us have to grow old.
Those who you envied, their charm and good looks
have tried to...

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Up next in lit class was the unit 
on Transcendentalism.
Between that topic and the teens,
there yawned a wide, deep schism.

I struggle with the theme myself.
Quite...

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Gone, long gone -
cast into the wistful yearning of yesteryear           
the halcyon days of ...

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