Best Last Straw Poems

Dedicated to a fine poet on soup Gershon Wolf.





In an old cowboy town in Wichita 
Staying alive meant being quick on the draw
The Straws and...

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In memory of---- all lives taken by unfair justice.

 Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my pulse
 I sit here alone...

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I am running the last mile in my life, 
The age and tired feet have made my run to a limping walk, 
still, I walk...

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Surrounded by seven cherubs of cheer,
Just recently passing my 100th year,
I’ve been standing here on this perch,
In Little Falls, MN’s Our Lady of Lourdes church.

Most...

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I bought a house that nobody else wanted.
I got it dirt cheap because it was haunted.
It was once owned by a murderess and nobody could...

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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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Day-like nights
By Luxu

The car wheels roll over
The Horn sounds wildly
The street lamp has its claws
A Vaunted fake moon
Shakes the half of the sky with light
...

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This is the last straw
The last cold slap in the face
The last hard swallow of total disgrace
I'm tearing down this whipping post
And disappearing from your...

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I guess I'm obsessed
With keeping my breath
I've small use for obtuse youth
And their smug, shrugging abuse
Blinding meeker minds
By the blither of twitter
Where shameless selfishness
Is seen...

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My nutty week stays long in my memory
My brain didn't process like it would normally
But just to be sure I now lay of the pink...

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When nothing seems to go your way.
No matter how hard you try things couldn’t get any worse.
Life has thrown things at you but nothing like...

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Why do you like me,
What even makes me different from everyone,
Why is it me,
Thats emotional,

Most all the time,
Why do I have to be,
In the back...

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My Mother In Law

Saw a view appearing to be panoramic,
Of me while I had laid in my hammock;
For ugliness there was no known cure;
Much more...

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Murphy wished for a Prince who rode a White horse...
               So...

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stress   defined   by   strain  
the  last  straw  on  camel's  back  
Hooke's ...

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