Best Gridlocked Poems

No more new year resolutions,
 no more lie on government restitution,
 no republic can survive its dilution
 no more pandemic blues,
 no more wild-eyed cons[iracy cues
 no more revenue that's due,
just a prayer for every ordinary me and you;

give me liberty, opinion and my own...

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windswept windsurfing wallabies warbling whales wailing................................................................................

A pink fish travelling with a tea towel is neither in a rush or dirty. Gridlocked gorillas getting grapes gracefully glide. Seafront mystery in windswept hair carrying a carrot, a jar of mustard, and ten grains of multicoloured rocks. A...

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I used to move as fast as cars
runways built in space and mars.
I would dart as far as I could trace 
the words moving off the chart

Every other sound that rhymes 
Feels like argh, I paint a corner squiggle
argh, I’m bankrupt, gridlocked power struggle
argh no...

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Rabbits at junctions are often akin to moons at traffic lights. A light lunch is preferable to a whisky scone when taking a picnic to a lake. But playlists can play so font argue with a flamed fortress of fig. Tailoring a suit for a...

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The Harley Davidson and me

Hover bikes of the future
Really not for me
Give me wheels upon the ground
I want my Harley D
My veins all feel the power 
When the engine starts to yell
Cos now I am an Angel
An Angel here from hell 

Gridlocked on the highway
But...

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SOLITUDE SOLILOQUY 
by Mark Miller © 12/22/2014

Like a suicide a funeral wake opens my bleached eyes of cobweb swirl  
Fog's fear rolls through  sleeps slumber nightmare torment land play 
Walking into unseen voice  mummer disguised by genie's lantern light wish 
Nagging cont-recoup...

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A cat attempting a headstand is akin to a gridlocked caterpillar visiting an air show of duck aero gliders. Aero gliders are neither glimpsing nor glimmering but glimmering could often be mistaken for a cider walking mildew headed bullock whose field antics were superfluous in...

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Twenty-six stories high,
I look down to illuminated veins, blinking red and then white;
The city is alive, breathing through concrete lungs.
Up to the ninth floor.
Two glass bottles on the ledge sit empty;
The painted walls hold my secrets.
On the fifth flat.
People flowing in and out,
Yet a place...

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chromed attics

patrolled by magnified dragonfly schematics

quivering silvers, rippled submarines

enlightened black magic

black dawn hawk borne of ashes

manifested in tragedy then smashes

smithereens flit to unison

babe on the nipple fades blue, leaves an only son

falls on the roots, sap his tipple

overboard on the beech seeking tetragrammaton.



instant pan-global sepia...

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what though there be a garden of flowers
the essense of the whole distilled to but a drop
the humble bee alights
frozen in time and purpose
sucking the nectar of its created heaven
in the now in the here 
gridlocked...

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From cold concrete floor to plaster ceiling
in cardboard boxes, damp and peeling;
beneath migraine fluorescence,
humming, blinking incessance.
They languish spectrally bound and gagged,
indexed, filed, stamped and tagged:
a desert vista of yellowing paper.
They say nothing,
travel nowhere.

Confetti never thrown on a wedding day,
left in the box to waste and...

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A gauche gaucho, 
a galoot,
rawboned and grizzly, 
rode into 
a snoring border town.

"Google me," he said, 
as he hitched his mare to 
a wild hair.

The cranky cowhand 
had gambled on 
an internet cantina being open 
but the only horse in town 
had been gridlocked for...

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I want to live and die at the same time,
In this asylum, I am nothing but a dime.
I pray for the grotesque fame,
None, but the Master wants to get me out of playing this game. 

In this asylum, I live a lie,
The river Life is...

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A gauche gaucho,
a galoot,
rawboned and grizzly,
rode into
a snoring border town.

"Google me," he said,
as he hitched his mare to
a wild hair.

The cranky cowhand
had gambled on
an internet cantina being open
but the only horse in town
had been gridlocked for hours.

Later they found him
slumped over
a frozen quesadilla.

"Poor Bastard." They...

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Schvitzing for more'n sixty hours without electricity
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Courtesy rare derecho
killed four people
nearly forty eight hours ago
power outage affected more than
half a million people
in mid-Atlantic states.

Residents in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
(the poet's hometown)
smack dab within swath.

The storms raced across
keystone and garden states
moving eastward at
over...

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