Best Overuse Poems

"When the Grim Reaper asked for my spirit,
I told him to take my poetic pen.
He walked away smiling, leaving me illiterate."

In the mystical wilderness of...

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So many people complain when they lose

To gain better rankings, judges they schmooze

And if they don’t place, their egos are bruised

They even use blogs simply...

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For thirty years I’ve been a truckie who has driven far and wide,
Carting goods through day and night all across the countryside…
But hours spent upon...

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THE INNER CHAMBER

Please.  Stop holding back on me.

Like a child standing at the neighborhood ice cream truck, arm outstretched, eyes huge, mouth watering.

I stand...

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In the dark light of this winter morn, I see
The clothes that I am expected to wear
(Though, maybe, the fault of illusion lies with me)
From...

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Can't sleep?  Why not?
   Drink a lot?  Feverish hot?

Indigestion?  Sinus congestion?
   Arthritis pain?  Half insane?
 
Constant wheezing?...

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The body is a strange machine
With lots of moving parts
And once we’re born, like products purchased,
All the action starts.

The heart pumps blood, the lungs expand
And...

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The world continues its rotation
with or without your attendance.
It has been so since the earth cooled
and mountains and seas became.

Give it up and
check out –
to...

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"Images"
The God that never was, puts one shoe on at a time
And spends four hours in the make-up room 
Putting on mascara and eye liner...

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Hash tag Mary Jane
The hackers just stole your name.
They know the name of your favorite pet.
The street you were born.
How your parents met. 

Hash tag...

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At some point you are going to need to impress more than a few friends with some burnt toast. I used to have an old,...

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Here he comes again
The keyboard pounder on the loose
Sure wish he’d learn to type
Without the finger abuse
Or overuse of
The Backspace key

Don’t smack me
I didn’t lose...

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Say I:

On the websites I used to share, I was frequently amazed 
     Poems got greeted with silence; it seems eyes...

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Confinement is too much of an excuse
while the papers are spread across the table.
The phone rings:  
It is the Boston Massacre.
Those are funny words...

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Once tricked, always the puppet 
The strings are invisible to many 
Somehow, you feel the tension of each rope
Constant tugging and pulling 
Marks left from...

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