Best Gawky Poems

As my weary eyes give in
I become entranced.
A day completed now
and so I give it back a glance.
Every chance I'm given,
I break it all apart
I break it all apart
I'll break this all apart.
I can be your monster or your hero
it depends upon my heart.
If I...

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The queen of birds Sari dear lived in the mango tree
                     I asked her to come down and take a saree from me
  ...

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A parasite, attached and fed on blood,
Within the woman he began his growth
As did his hunger and defining form. 

And, writhing, flailing in a cushioned sea,
He felt her warmth but could not feel her pain.
When she evicted him he screamed himself. 

He found the woman...

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The little pygmy named Pixie Poggly was quirky queenly quaintly and quickly, but rarely ever really did much can't you see.

Until one day, a raunchy rascal quaintly and shrewdly, Skinny and slippery that he was, came out of the foggy, smoggy, Smokey, sparsely woods to...

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Spirit of the night
  Spirit of the night soil man
  Spirit of the night soil man is awake
  Spirit of the night soil man is abroad,
  Here, the emerging mystery, more a sinister from a
 dungeon,
  When twilight sat on...

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A Cowboy is lean, tall, muscled and an inarticulate mass
Of loyalty, independence, pride and downright Western class
He cocks his hat to the back of his head and lets loose an infectious grin
Testosterone overflowing he’s masculine from boot toe to hat brim
He mumbles “Ah, Shucks”, ducks...

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Leaves have fallen down
Making colorful bed
Children hide and seek
Parents came with rake
Took the leafs away

Trees stand gawky 
Bare to the bones
No leaf for dress
Not intended

Season new
Welcome change
Birdies flew

From nest 
Empty

cold...

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His shabby house sat on my street, and he
was like that run-down house - unwashed; unkempt.
So Barklay, with his slick black hair, would be
our school yard’s crow, one pecked at with contempt.

Another on my street was also jeered.
Poor Janno, homely girl with eyes that crossed.
The...

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The Reluctance of the Young Runner

           by Edmund Siejka

He was a gawky teenager
On a high school track team
Intimidated by his coach
Who exercised almost total control
Over him.

He was examined
Tested
Questioned what he ate
How much he weighed
It became...

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Sluggish suppurating symbol of disgust,
Dragged wailing into a reproachful life
Child of wrath and sloth and lust
All she will ever know is
Strife

Curdled flesh clings to a brittle scaffold
Pebbled orbs recline in sunken hollows
Starving slavering mouth unfolds
Engulfs the world and then it 
Swallows

Gawky appendages waver against a...

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In the vines by the rear door
She built her nest
Sat on her little blue green eggs
With all her mother care
Warmed by her maternal heat
Garage doors opened with a clatter
Snowbirds unloading winter stuff
Frightened, she left the eggs unattended
She gradually tolerated humans
Walking barely three feet away
Her head,...

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(Asia may not know, this LIX city split baby boomer now ranks himself as an in denture charred sir vent reflecting on that painful instant when enamel collided with frozen water versus the recent removal of all teeth - courtesy of periodontal disease, and reckons...

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Long in the tooth male doth recount, reflect, reimagine...
his woebegone damn dental daze today May 5th, 2021 

No particular rhyme nor reason
garden variety indentured flunky (me)
revisits his salmagundi salad days, 
when oral blight smote 
left front adult tooth,
which hellacious quandary commenced
when yours truly experienced
broken said...

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So we’re going on a picnic with the pygmy, Pixie Poggly, being the quirky queenly 
quaintly quickly person she is and her friend a raunchy rascal reverently named 
Andy Bailey. As you remember he was in the Aussie army association, barely 
battling the banshee that...

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The maze is
Inside.

Navigation here is like trying
To take a dump
After having too much
White rice. 

You get further in
Only to pique 
Frustrated 
In cramps,
Un-amused. 

Perhaps… after the cramps…

You find braces
A gawky smile,

Tightened pants,
A cisgender boy 
Pinning your arms down.

Confusion.
You want it but you don’t.
You don’t want...

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