Best Push Around Poems

"Instead of expressing exasperation, think toleration."
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The house is much quieter,
since you went away
I feel so much happier,
without you around
I'm glad your not here today,
to ***** me out
And my laundry's alot cleaner,
doing it myself
You wanted a superman,
which I'm not
And You thought it was funny,
when I fell
I've been on my knees,
praying for...

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Dust bunny, dust bunny I see you as you
make your escape under the sofa hoping that
the big, noisy, red contraption that I push around
won't fit under there; to feel the pull of the suction
on your ever growing, furry back side.
Lucky for you I let you...

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Wounded Sacred Dementia

My last foster care-provider
and -receiver story
is also a sad story
of my last special needs adoption
of bipolar born,
and oppositionally reared,
alcoholism.

My BiPolar Wounded Child
turned an auspicious five
on the day I first saw her,
and promptly rejected her,
not in dipolar person,
but in a picture of Little Brown...

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We are all God’s children
How dare anyone pick on or push around another person
This takes place with kids and grown-ups 
It results in death in many cases and needs to cease and desists

We need to ask ourselves
How would we feel 
If someone picked on us...

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lord look down
people being push around
we need  your sound
lord come to this town
don't pass us by
we pray to you up high
A PRAY TO THE SKY...

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Scrawny Kid
Part one

Do you remember that Scrawny kid?
What’s his name in Class 4D,
Constantly holding on to himself,
Running out of class, desperate for a pee.
Never had a Handkerchief,
Always wore Green sleeves.
Spiky hair and worn out shoes,
That smell that made us heave.
Talked with a nervous stutter,
and didn’t...

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Curled in this dank alley,
floating in this sea of blood.
Heart quickening, trying to 
stop my soul escaping.
Two warm wet circles, 
kissed upon my chest
by hollow jackets.

Cold, alone, staring at the clouds
play tag with the stars.

How long has it been?

I heard the nine-o-clock train,
send earthquake vibrations...

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She's as pretty as a diamond ring
                                   to me that girl...

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had a hankering for praline pecans &
so, as one with a hankering for praline
pecans will do, when the appropriate
funds are available & one has the time
to go praline pecan search, 
off to the grocery he went.

the first store didn’t have exactly what
he wanted & so...

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I'll meet you in the backyard
with chinaberries and tea
with cut-offs on and marigolds
and photographs to be
We'll dig a trench and tunnel
We'll run through sprinklers too
We'll tangerine the afternoon
until the sky is blue
The world will whirl around us
the summer bolting by
We'll lay on woolen blankets
and blow...

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The loyal ones we keep close
The mean ones, we ignore those
The truehearted ones, we cherish
The treacherous ones, we banish
The helpless ones, we give a hand
The careless ones, we push around
The adventurous ones, we visit them uninvited
The measured ones, with our secrets they’re entrusted  
The...

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Hard to stay hard to survive 
just another man and another mans world on a very long stride 
push around shoved around never to be knocked down by another man in his very own town 
eager to fight easy to kill but those who love...

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Your face is getting red and puffy
While your attitude is huffy
Do not be so mean and rude
You really need to lose the 'tude
Don't be screaming in my face
You just look like a disgrace
Eyes of fuming reddish fire
Take a deep breath and retire
The smoke coming off...

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The bruises began to appear and she walked around afraid and in constant fear.

She felt as if she wasn't good enough or that it was her fault that he had gotten upset.

The tears wouldn't stop flowing and the abuse just kept on growing.

He sees his...

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