Best Methought Poems

Awakening with heart and mind a-spin,
methought midst some psychotic malady.
"What hellish afterlife am I now in"?
Yon passerby said "2023".
Eyes fixed on "mobile phones" with no regret,
here, plays are viewed at home on a "TV",
events viewed from afar by "internet",
and almost no one reading poetry.
In thund'rous...

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New Life, Inspiration From A Gifted Revelation 

Methought I heard a fallen angel call
Forth from a forest of beautiful falls
With lakes and rivers and sweet mountain view
Through the thick undergrowth I waded through
Under blue sky and bright sun beaming down
I heard, lost my wings and...

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"Shades"

You shade me
I shade you
stops the sun burning
eternally through
long nights’ deep bleed
the blue birds lead the way;
"definitely no more flowers",
you say.
I say, "fancy some 
foxgloves?"
You say, "Slinky opera-like?"
I say, "No way, Prospero
digitalis are us
behind eyes that pray."
Just for good measure
I say, 
"I’m not Miranda,
I’m Prospera,
by...

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DARKNESS

When first I considered penning a verse for the poetess,
The clouds methought would open and show riches,
Would say to me happiness be thine,
Verily thou shalt be free and fine,
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
‘Twill be easier than a courtier’s dance.
But forsooth what manner of...

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I ain't gonna brag, boast, blab...,
lest yours truly suffers demise from backstab,
resignedly taking wheel of our automobile
donning, (but NOT trumpeting) 
role as taxi cab

shuttling the missus, (she effusively glad)
to medical appointment
me, the obliging husband
in order for this mister former cad,
debt, now an ordinary dude dad,

who...

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On this very velvet night,
He went out in despair;
When having walked paces few,
He found her lying there:

There she lay, in a velvet robe--
All path seemed unaware--
He caught a glimpse of her silhouete,
And just stood staring there...

He waited on her to come to life,
Having lost all...

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Once upon an outhouse dreary, while I strained there, lank and leery
of creatures scary down beneath the privy floor--
As my veins were close to popping, suddenly there came a whopping
rush of air, but nothing dropping, dropping from my nethers sore,
“'Tis but a sputter", I then...

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Ah... tis nothing greater than...

malfunctioning heater 
on that brisk winter day
recorded here as proof positive
regarding following reasonable rhyme.

While scrolling thru 
poems crafted yesteryear,
I chanced to jog my memory where
there
occurred power outage necessitated 
more than divine intervention 
yielded courtesy effort
vis a vis wing and prayer
while yours...

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upon contemplating how to access 
   a lapsed half century woolworth 
   didst weigh more'n five and dime 
   afore i hove up existential ante
bell and clapper journeys 
   truncated, predicated, conjugated 
   on abundant...

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I experience inappetence, yet nevertheless hunger for victuals

Mine corporeal complex edifice
unleashes convulsions of anxiety.

Lack of appetite
to savor even smallest bite
unlike Pavlov's dog,
I neither salivate nor excite
at prospect (parking) body
against table not low but fahrenheit
unfair punishment fates did indict,
whereby yours truly decreed
to suffer wraith inflicted

akin to...

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My losing struggle with not so easy "chair"

buoyed me aloft beyond
outer limits of the twilight zone
where dark shadows
lurked along green acres
creating hee haw sounds.

Aforementioned adventure
occurred countless years ago,
nevertheless psychological 
repercussions persist 
to this April eighteenth
two thousand and twenty three.

I admit not to be
that personality type,
who...

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Of Real Or "FAKE" Memories

Earlier today...upon
     setting feet out a side door,
     a refreshingly cool rain
washed away present woes,
     and ushered auld lang syne,
     sans mine earlier childhood quatrain
such...

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With a middle name as "Flag this Scapegoat,"
I best not be surprised bullied from cutthroat
villains (supposedly kind hearted facilitators/
moderators, sans Facebook administrators, but
woe whiz me hyperbole 4 lite dramatic affect),

mine psyche stung, when months after months
no incidents of lamentable discrimination did
I experience until...early this last...

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POETIC PREFACE:

An inner conflict dust brew
within this scribe, who offers ye to chew
(like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do
tee incumbent, when Doomsday clock
counts down minutes few
according Al Gore rhythm
unstoppably ticking,
when life gets turned to global goo
tenderized viz Doctor Zeus
if not Horton Hears Hoo
then most definitely The...

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Upon Discovering A Wishbone...
(to late for Hanukkah)

I attach very
little value, nee doubt
to farfetched linkedin
phenomena brought about
when breaking off

the larger section
of a wishbone,
sans effortless knockout,
my dominant hand
did hold out,

while yours truly pretended
to freak out
with a playful
twist and shout,
no matter aye attribute

"FAKE" good luck,
thus resumed crafting
this poem...

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