Best Pj Poems

“Arms Full of Linnet Wings”

In the garden 
that afternoon 
she planted seeds
in their ripe minds
their eyes looking
up to hers their 
irises dazzling 
in the late...

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"The Strange Case of F.T."



They say the dead don’t talk
the stories I have calculated
to deliver a saving grace 
confessional shared amongst 
my equal peers, or...

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You are my disease,
And my only remedy,
Addicted to you.

(c) 2015 PJ Bayliss

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I just can't think,
Or write,
Or eat,
Or sleep.

No longer fight,
To breathe,
Or cry,
And weep.

All that I own,
Believe in,
Worked for,
Has died.

Annihilating,
My morals,
Trust,
And faith inside.

This has very little to...

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The birthday party, a surprise,
Had lots of things to tantalize – 
A lovely house, delicious food,
A friendly host to set the mood…

Some dialogue with friends...

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I had my tonsils taken out
When I was in first grade.
My younger brother did as well
And we were both afraid.

We didn’t really get it but...

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The wind's picked up,
The boughs dance and sway.
It's cold and dreary
on this Autumn day.

No work today.
In p.j.'s I'm warm,
sitting inside
watching the storm.

Bouncing boughs wave
and jump...

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Behind painted desk,
Her smile welcomes everyone,
Counting the minutes.

(C) 2015 PJ Bayliss
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"The Sleeper and The Supernaturalist"


The Sleeper
shone as she walked 
through the Woods

shining alive 
like nothing
natural could

caught 
in the moonlight 
unaware

the innocent
red-caped roses stared
the trees whispered,

"beware,...

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A peculiar sight at the river mouth,
A flock of birds flying to the south,
It kind of caught me way off guard,
As I headed to work...

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I'm tired, I ache,
everything's sore.
I kicked off my shoes
as I walked in the door.

Poured myself wine,
curled up in a chair.
It's a Friday night
but what do...

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In a nursery rhyme there is a fiddling cat
who played while a cow jumped over the moon
Try, if you can, to imagine the sight of...

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There once was an old man from Thomaston
Who said old rats like cheese like young rats, son
~~My favorite shoes sport rat~~
~~Who eats chunk cheese where...

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Another shooting,
Another racial protest,
Yet another day.

(c)2016 PJ Bayliss

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I own her body,
Raunchy sweat tightens the knot,
Tightly bundled lust.

(c) PJ Bayliss
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