Best Same Old Poems

I hate the way you look at me
It reminds me what we used to be
But our love wasn't real
When I look at you
I can't control how I feel
You don't know how badly you hurt me
All I can think is "How could he?"
It was all a...

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from "Bar Notes"

I sat by myself in the back of a bar room,
Hearing the jukebox and sipping a beer.
Someone kept playing that same old song over.
It was the last song I needed to hear.

As if out of nowhere a woman's hand touched me.
She asked if...

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Another Advent of the Same Old Events
(Apropos December, 2016)

In this new season of Advent,
We still face 
The same old weary events;
It’s still all about race.

Strange fruits lay rotting
Along the treed street;
We still can’t escape the spotting—
Wherever we go, justice we never meet.

Daily courts of law...

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Le vieil identique problème – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Same Old Problem » by T. Wignesan

(For Kevin Gilbert – cf. the introduction to Inside Black Australia (1988) – as quite obviously for Oodgeroo, too – aboriginal poetry refused to adopt the « 100th monkey...

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8/10/17


Be careful what you ask for
Next thing you know it wasn't all that great, or you want even more

This isn't the same old spiel
I'll tell you something real
Everyone has an 'Achilles heel'


Speaking the truth, life is rather short
Don't be a poor sport
The ball is in...

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Again I enter
 your boring zone,
a place of nothing,
  with plenty of alone.

The moods been set,
 no words to cheer,
I'm talking to you,
but no one hears.
 
You ask me,
to come talk for awhile,
this is nuts,
I don't like your style.

Alone before,
and alone today,
nothing has changed,
you...

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I’ve had my heart broken many times before; 
Been beaten down and battered – trodden into the ground
Men have called me names, have shattered my fragile ego
It’s happened so often I no longer feel anything but dull resignation 
I am used to being treated like...

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No matter how we try to create or imagine
Some sort of utopia within this pathetic world ?
Welcome to another day I heard the bleeping fool say
As they sailed away atop their tactical tortoise tombstone ships....
Ichneumonflies his mete's lap dog larvae enterprise; epileptic metempsychosis....

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GO 
ALL THE WAY
ALL THE DAY

FROM HERE 
TO THERE 
AND BACK

FROM LEFT
TO RIGHT
UP OR DOWN

AROUND 
AND AROUND
WE GO

AND 
AT THE END
MY FRIEND

THE LIKELIHOOD
THAT WE 
WILL ALL WIND UP 

IN THE SAME 
OLD SPOT
IS GOOD...

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The earth revolves around the sun
Yes, I know that all too well
In the night when I close my eyes
The universe become silent
All that I endured during the day
Becomes a distant memory

If only magic existed
I'd take shelter in my dreams forever
And if dreams do come true
I'd...

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A barren paradise 
Paper parachutes
Bleed, I before we
Except after deaths
String of light suctions 
Screams captioned 
Vocalizing muffles
Fleas flee
Parasites sight 
Leaches beseech 
Conventions plateau
Wonted into winter 
Inept untaught cling
Polluting prospects 
Tasting achilles 
Oxidizing tongues
Clip urinating lips
Pressurizing knuckles 
To freeze ends mean
Of inks soap
Washing pluto pores 
Till...

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The American Revolution describes the process whereby one George was replaced by another

Though Jack has climbed his beanstalk,
Saint George his dragon slain,
Gulch-Mammon lives on happily
And myriad is his train

His belly is enormous,
Yet full it ne'er will be.
The moment luncheon's over,
It's time to start high-tea.

Gulch-Mammon's teeth...

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My revolutionary heart smiled at its private joke:
“The poor can’t eat the rich because they’d gag and they’d choke
On toxins like guilt, cynism and greed,
Prozac and Botox – not quite what the poor need.”

But, the above-mentioned attitudes, I hear you demur,
Are found just as commonly...

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I WILL NOT DANCE BECAUSE IT’S THE SAME OLD SONG

Walk a high wire
Walk on the third rail
Walk on  fire
And I’ll explain all this with one short tale

I thought for sure it wouldn’t get me
I would get it and I got it for sure
You wouldn’t...

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Everyday I come home so excited to talk to you
Until I remember that you don’t even give me the time of day
So here we go again
With the same old fights
Which lead to the same old headaches
Which lead to the typical broken hearts
And it’s not like...

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