Best Have An Axe To Grind Poems

(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...

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My snarling flash drive 
numbed my approach
as I drove fifty clicks
into the morning, still dark.
I did obeisance
to my tyrannical inbox,
it showed no mercy
to either side...

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In a house of cards
in torrential rain
social media overload
floods my brain.
Wave after wave 
you feel the pain.
Heading down the hallway
into the dark,
the imminent 
and dissonant...

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Did you ever think what you’d give up to be a better man,
If you somehow could know this was true,
That your life was of value,...

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On malice toward some, and charity gone;
Hate words hurled, like ruined sauvignon.
Some, feeling like bitter rind,
have an axe to grind.
Can’t we be
kind?
Would it be
out of...

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Dam you bastards with water; I think you all are coots
While I watch the weather everyday and plead for rain filled fronts
I’m not some greedy...

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Oh! Sleep come claim me for thine own
My mind it wanders far and deep
To distant lands and shores unknown
Far beyond this castle keep

To fight for...

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If you stick your neck out for a friend, you’re likely to lose your head.
A friend is a potential enemy in disguise as a loving...

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She gets up every morning - to get her husband off to work.
Once a kind and caring man - now such a hideous JERK!
She makes...

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DIARY NOTES : Mad-House Maths

March 30th., 2018 - Another day sets in Paris

The home-bound Octogenarian trundles from the Mall's town centre
Back laden with the day's...

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Defined By Idioms

Naked truth, bent nails
dead men tell no tales
bad Apple, broken mirrors
burnt out light bulbs, crocodile tears
spilt milk, goose chase
two cents worth, rat race
rotten...

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Before the Big Bang brought star dust 
To the interstellar scene
It must have been something like 
An unfathomably immeasurable self-inducing 
Divinely driven dream machine.
Mind forming...

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On a high school track there has been found
Some human feces on the ground
And more than once had Nature called;
A camera therefore was installed.

Was it...

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This poem is about nothing. I’ve naught to say:
nor message to impart, in my inimitable way.
I espouse no moral ground on which to stand,
no political...

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Isn't there time for everything?
living in night of terror,
When fear and grieve is deeply flying in the darkness of the skies.
Yet i shall survive.
Wondrous scenes...

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