Best Spleen Poems

Everyone has a giggle trigger it seems
If you find it, just watch the happiness beam
Their smiles will be broad
Like a big old bullfrog
They'll wind up howling and busting their spleen


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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The sun has shifted, it's now on my screen
Must close the curtains, who could have foreseen
But whatever sol wants
I'll join in his dance
'Cause sun makes me happy, without venting my spleen...

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Spleen
by Paul Verlaine
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

The roses were so very red;
The ivy, impossibly black.

Dear, with a mere a turn of your head,
My despair’s flooded back!

The sky was too gentle, too blue;
The sea, far too windswept and green.

Yet I always imagined?or knew?
I’d again feel...

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Everyone has a giggle trigger it seems
If you pull it, just watch the happiness beam
Their smiles will be broad
Like a big old bullfrog
They'll wind up howling and busting their spleen...

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To predict the weather do we need a meteorologist?
Not here, although this method by some is dismissed
Maybe not so scientific but time tested and long lasting
Welcome to the prairies and pig spleen forecasting
Call your nearest farmer when season nears December
There are a few key things...

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I never cut
I barely cry
So how can
It be spleen
You had me
Almost die...

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No matter how much comes out
I keep vomiting up memories meaning nothing
I can't take all of this silence
This emptiness burns my skin

I'm choking
I'm dying

Why are you letting this happen?
How can you stand by and let us die?
Why did you create me?
Is there nothing that can...

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Money does not bring true happiness,
This does not exist. Money releases and smoothes
The daily burdens and responsibilities;
It is a relief that diminishes the worries.

Being healthy is the ultimate state of happiness;
Being wealthy is the hollow state of happiness.
The concerns of securities show-up on the screen,
Attack...

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Yellow and red
carpet of leaves,
clothes are wet,
oh, don't fall, please,
drops of the grief, 
tears of the rain,
vibrating leaf,
and all is vain.

Summer is gone,
warmth fades away,
trees lose the crown,
birds do not play,
they do not sing,
tweeting's no more,
oh, do not bring
sadness and bore.

Give me your kiss,
skyline is...

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