Best Hysterically Poems

I was born and raised in a little town by the name of Calder
That was just twenty miles south of the Canadian border
As a boy I...

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Hey dear muse, come out from behind that chair,
You can’t hide from me for your hair is too fair,
And I desperately need your input, creativity...

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Daylight is greeted with the horrific stench of food chunks 
swimming in stomach acid, dribbling onto bed sheets.
Accompanied with the embarrassment of
brown syrup puddle stains.

Head...

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The Haunted House

An aging Victorian graphite three story house sat on a 
promontory, lonely, deserted, weathered and forlorn.
Broken windows showed signs of cruel abuse from
passersby...

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His mind is dark,
like a night sky without stars.
Doubt sits upon his shoulders,
poking at his face,
irritating his mind,
interrupting his thoughts,
outrunning his words -
laughing at him...

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a very loud noise
started ringing from my clock—
I fell out of bed

a bumped water glass
rolling across the hard floor—
I slipped on my head

a loud screaming...

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I'm stuck in a puddle of mud,
unable to make a quick decision...
whom should I choose from among 
others who have been so noble and kind?
More...

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On Friday nights a melting pot,
descends upon the pub,
truck drivers, cockies, factory hands,
and workers from the scrub,
to mingle in the many shouts,
that see their glasses...

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I was only allowed to go, after much whining 
     begging, promises of unlikely saint-hood
     if my...

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The excitement mounted as we rummaged around in the attic looking through old steamer trunks for discarded clothes and props to make Halloween costumes. With...

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SUMMER

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It was one of the warmer summer days
Not a breeze or cloud in the sky
The humidity so high
I could almost reach out
And pluck it from...

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Saved By A Wizard

It was beginning to get dusk,
the crimson red moon was out.
Eerie sounds, you could hear
while we were out and about.

Deep in the...

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IN THE SOUP

My late aunt was always getting herself in the soup,
Wanted to share this with my poetry group,
Good clients of ours we invited home...

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Crazy People

The signal they need to be on the same 
channel as you, is being interrupted, by voices or
wave signals connected to a different power...

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Hello midnight hour 
It is I again
I’ve come to you in restless mood 
I’m not tired 
Nor am I sleepy
But here I be 
In sleepless...

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