Best Officious Poems

I am just finishing my morning meditation when I hear my doorbell ring. It actually sounds more like that buzzing sound you hear if you fry a fat fly on one of those electronic bug swatters. On my way to the door I hope it's...

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So I was feeling badly,
sad,
because I share our mutually complicit status
for my compatriot's difficult terrorizing
chronic stress disordering
time.
I too have been there,
lost there,
to a more moderate extent.
I just walked away.

I wish I had done more at the time
in the Navy's January frigid spaces
against cooperative ecopolitics,
about being...

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So here's my question for this dawning day,
like a WinWin ruminating message in a bottle
floating through a LoseLose climate sea
felt still foggy from last night,
some mysterious how now;

One of many
health related strategic WinLose issues
tuning out organic WinWin as also opportunities 
for cooperative green optimist/red blooded...

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(Continued from Part Two - 1)

Nothing of the foisoning ageold homegrownwine
       strained through Ol’ Kayyam’s ever draining ruba’iyat bowl
    keeps vigil in their scelerosed veins    

       ...

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I saw the officious black car drive off from my house as I entered the street.
 I will never forget the date.
 It was the first day of September,
 in fact I have cursed that date ever since. 

I will never forget the time either,
...

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The reason that she didn’t come to my last poetry reading
Was that I had but faintly praised her hat.
It was a monstrous thing which  Mrs. Thatcher,
 the Queen most certainly, would have shunned.
It was sort of like a jerry-built bird’s nest
Jammed full of something...

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What words do we choose for maximizing our ultimate accomplishments,
achieving our healthiest goals,
measuring our 100% successful therapeutic outcome projections?

Why do these words, 
and our feelings about these choices 
wave in and out of optimal happiness and prosperity, 
even when quantitative measures suggest our historical maximums...

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Never had I embraced an officious abode as religiously before

But this striking red and white interior I started to adore

If I was out on a run and needed to use the loo

I’d stop by and relieve myself with no urgency to remove my shoe

Nested on...

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Ace colonoscopy doctors Kellen Karl Kovalovich
and Larry Borowsky

Though necessary to down: 
four Dulcolax laxative tablets, 
quaff half 238 gram bottle of Miralax 
over span of eight hours, 
and if necessary even one Fleets Enema, 
I grudgingly accept short lived 
lower abdominal discomfort 
analogous to reasonable...

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That wayside beatific nook,
With a crimson seraphic look;
Silhouetted against a dying sun, 
Like dying embers of a satiny run;
Every twig lunging an officious bow,
For a kiss of the pasture lain below;
Hark, the trill of the melodious lark!
Clung to the bevel of the bare bark;
A raised...

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Some entrants think I am overly officious, even mean
That’s all right with me, I know I can be rather picky,
So, here are some guidelines when submitting to me
If you follow them carefully, you’ll find me less prickly.

I am inclined to nix your entry to my...

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The Street Cleaner 
He is not a lucky man, but he is happy but one day he won on a lottery ticket, 
not a not a big sum of money but enough to by wheelbarrow got permission 
from the local council to keep the town`s...

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I heard the wind call out and say,
Arise my child; it's a brand new day;
School is out; it winds up with a sigh,
And the kids are dancing on feet that fly.

Flip flops and freckles burn in the sun,
Everyone's out there to soak up the fun;
The...

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You can twist the way a man sees the world.
Do you think that sounds ridiculous?
What if you did it over time with subtlety and diligence?

The audience is largely uneducated, so remind them of their impotence; tell them any other source of facts must be regarded...

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Turning, turning, burning, burning
in a Pharoah's dance
marking the rising, rising
of the Nile's advance.
Great Khan's mandating, mandating
heaven's acceptance.
Shamans and priests ritualizing, proselytizing
for imagined power's embrace.
Poets and musicians futilely divining
partial patterns from a trance.
Scientists and quacks hypothesizing
from an always limited sense.
Officious leaders ignoring, deploring
reliable evidence.
All of us...

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