Best Ish Poems

Halloween-ish  Memories
For Suzy Von Geldern

I miss you most of all at Halloween.
The way you'd greet the 'little munchkins'
as you called them, and praise them
for their costumes.  With your laughing eyes 
you'd feign surprise or fear -then invite them
 to take candy from a...

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He packed up all his poetry, even changed his name 
It'll never be as good as the name that brought him fame.
but he's here still giving updates by some guy named Sean
a dude we never heard of but heavily rely upon!

True he's never let us...

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I'll have to put off writing my bio because there's something I'd like to ask of you soupers...:)

You might have already seen the notice beneath a few of my recent poems, but I'll post the 
same content here: 

I'd really appreciate it if you could...

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I'm going to have to lie.
Can't admit I'm desperate
I'll say I have an "open mind"
I hope this photo makes them think
I'm under twenty five
Can't tell about the happy pills
I'll state "contagious smile"

Or should I be honest?
"Party girl who likes to drink
until she swims in vomit
Seeks...

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King Arthur
  was no Siddartha...

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Slaughtering Eng-lish not in anger                                        ...

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It's these times the brainwaves' brimming 
But there's no cored means to articulate 
Hooked at a slant of transcendence 
Staring down fat glimpses of life lived through death 

It clots red-black, thick in the dropper 
Junky blood comes and it goes 
The eye of the...

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When your best friends
Wear lab coats
And carry instruments
The steal smiles
And steam the meaningful 
stains
Out of your soul,
(The little imperfections
In all of us that 
Help sculpt and mold
Our images)
Remaining self-aware for
Self-awareness’ sake
Becomes potentially problematic.
Floating above reason with 
A touch of lethargy
Maximizes self-control
But detracts from
Fundamental choice.
Insomnia limited...

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I weigh two six and twenty-tons today
Fat in unforeseen directions, 
I make cars cringe, when I frolic and play
And I welcome no corrections.

Mighty fine in my well-endowed blubber,
Sassy pot-like, in my non-chic.
Whale-ish me, trice big as my mother.
Loud and proud, forgiveness don’t seek,

I have earned...

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Oh, he’s my man!
But he’s not really mine.
In fact, he’s married and belongs to someone else.
I know, I know… What kind of fool am I,
to get myself into this love-struck mess?
It’s just that I, can’t get him off my mind.
He's handsome, smart, and oh, so...

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Another Love-ish Poem For The Weak
by Cate Rock

What to do?
What to say?
How to act?
Whats the way?

What is right,
Always felt so wrong.
Loving before,
made love seem so wrong.

When he left that last time.
He took my heart.
But its OK...
It was broken anyway.

When he dropped out of view,
I just...

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Shall I compare thee to a corpse decay?
Thou smell’st less putridly and more pleasant:
Foul winds escape th’orifices may
Of both thee ‘n’ it (though it’s more “fragrant”).

The eyes o’ th’dead are dull, while thine do shine,
And often is its cold complexion paled
(Be th’body fair or dark,...

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I wandered and pondered my bleak isolation
As I slowly perused this wide open space
That one cloud above me seemed, like me, quite lonely
Its passage was slow as it matched my own pace
And then I saw poppies so tall, red and bold
I wished they were daffies...

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The fall of sixty-three, an incongruity!
I saw myself on a Queen's float, a title rare -
"Miss Sorghum" of our Hancock County fair.
I aced the talent part - piano was my art;
but needed practice wobbling in a brand-new pair
of pointy, spiky heels I'd bought to wear.

Fate...

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Deep in caves in Aldershot
Lives the hairy windybot
Many friends he has not got
Because he gets the wind a lot

What does he eat? I’ll tell you what
He just eats curry... really hot
So if you’re in a picnic spot
You’d better hope that he is not

For windybots they...

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