Best Pot Poems

Ted’s libido has now gone astray
He refused a quick roll in the hay
So what could be the cause -   
It’s the male menopause...

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I suck at dying poems
Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,
Hair falling out in the shower poems
 
And I told a half truth
When I told you I...

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At the end of the rainbow, dreams unfold.
And some people say there is a pot of gold.

How well I recall a rainbow one day
that shone...

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I have borrowed  the first line of this piece from the"unknown scribe" , which I 
read many years ago.... The rest is for ALL...

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Brown paper memories she puts in my hands
Twine roughly tied in a bow slightly askew
Part and parcel of a humble life once led?
My defiant eyes...

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It was like the sun did not rise
and mourning birds sang 
no morning melody.

The heavens were so grey,
pouring like Noah's floods,
preparing me for the storm,
which...

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What softness in silence amidst the cacophony of a spin cycle world war.
Lying next to your glow in sleep's stillness, careful of your bandaged hand.
Watching...

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*** Notice to the residents of Milton Creek ***

Tom serves as mayor. never complaining, so he gets what he requests 
No blood in his steak,...

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     When it's soup season on Poetry Soup
     Ingredients are in large selection
    ...

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To The Brink For The Ink    Crack Like Fissures 


Another page scarred with ink.   Upon her page, I see red...

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Meeting my homegirls Wilma Neels
and Kim Van Breda with shrieks and squeals
hasty introductions and we're on our way
for a night of reading at Poetry Café

We've...

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A Chicago Pearl

She put her dreams on hold but carries them up proudly
as she serves breakfast, lunch, and dinner, six days a week
to make ends...

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You think I have a pretty face

My dresses weaved from frills and lace

You  think that I'm a spoilt brat

with diamonds around my neck

and roses...

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I made a promise, a little visit
A busy day...so much to do..
But, I'm running late, they will be waiting...
I should be going...the clock is ticking
I'll...

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I am writing to you because I know you have a wish.
I have been thinking diligently about your wish. It is not
going to be easy...

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