Best Raddled Poems

SLAM HAD A SLIMSIM

                                 Slam had a slimsim  padded with glimtim
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The nit-wit and the nincompoop
cordially bowed on the concert hall stoop.
Greeting the doorman, quite gaily
who nodded back, though more grayly.
And nobody dared to complain or bemoan
that fools were ruling the cobblestone
streets, where urchins peddled faux-wares
beneath the stoop, out in the square.
And the nit-wit offered a...

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As morning's veil did lift its gentle hand
On my first call to ingratiate with the land
I fathered that night to dawn's early stand
And hit the roadway, where my journey's plan
Did unfold like a map, with twists and turns so grand
If I remember well, Kachikau did...

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Shake; shake do the shake n' 
bake, got me another round of 
hot sauce love bang; Bang!!!!
Quick to jump the bamboo 
stick, given it a whirl of double 
pleasure gets you off by 
any doubts that I can blow your 
mind.
Which now is fully bloomed...

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Amidst the harrowing wakes of time,
Busy lifing myself to age,
I acknowledge the stage I've reached.

Thirsty and raddled, soulless yet gleaming,
Mind weaving through life's broken lines,
Don't pester me as I navigate
The depths of my own unread mind.

In the shadows of uncertainty,
I search for fragments of truth,
Lost...

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I have held my last pot of hot soup
I've come to the end of my threads
Befraggled and muffed
Bedraggled and fruffed
A raddled cloth corpse that's dead
Frayed so soft and shabby 
As the cotton boll that bore me
Worn to a frazzle
I have lost all my dazzle
Faded and...

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Just prepared this. Jill is on a small oxygen
insert in nose and understand that is a good 
sign so am glad. She sure is woozy and 
difficult to understand after coming off
of sedation. 


With some knowledge and a suture,
Should start planning for the future;
Have pen...

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The grasp of the dew-brushed nettle stung
As the raven, his beak-cracked voice proclaimed,
The desolator of all possible worlds
Smelted in copper and finally named;
Hung heavy with threads of fire and gold frost,
Good rhetoric spat of earth and worms,
Whipped the snapping black feathered bones,
Parting proto-fascist on vengeful...

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in the middle it all muddles
like warm milk that is now curdled
once it cuddled all soft and swaddled
no longer a rhyme, no, more a riddle
a heart that somehow becomes raddled
a canoe adrift without the paddles
a bucking horse without a saddle
a losing team that needs a...

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Confined, slowly lightness vanishes
Darkness engulfed me
No longer at peace
Tatterdemalion mind, 
Has curved me into shard
As I try to escape my mind raddled
Feels like I'm in hoosgow
Slowly hope in me fades 
I wait in aweary
Haggard, 
Hopelessly, 
I am caged, 
Within my mind...

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This anxiety has my mind always tweaking,
Bottled up energy about to blow my beacon,
Shattered with everything I am always seeking,
Raddled with misery with the fear that is leaking. 

Depression squeezing,
Time slowly seizing
Motions always wheezing
Coasting and never feeling
Roasting and always freezing
Fleeing but never leaving...

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STAMPEDE

Beneath the moon’s pale, a requited glow,
A hyperbolic crowd begins to grow.
The sphere is aired with fear and haste,
A storm of bodies, my qualms displaced.

A million cry, a sudden shove,
To venerate order, stripped of love.
Feet like thunder, hearts like drums,
Chaos shouts, and silence comes.

The pressing...

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Life at 21, do you remember it?
Things rush at you, hit you, from all directions.
Any small decision can turn into a major plot beat.

What are our lives anyway but the sum of our decisions?
Opportunities contract and expand around us, like breathing—
and what fills those lungs...

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Shoreditch clung to its ruin
Its roughhewn gate staring out at corpses
And the clutch of travellers heading from the fields,
The shepherds rambling onwards,
The herders with their slow-moving cattle, hoofs
Thudding on the stones. Amongst them the knights recently
Back from troubles in the north, armour 
Burnished like Sunday...

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