Best Subpar Poems

Belly up to the table, our soup is well liked.
Just don’t drink the cool aid, I think it’s been spiked.

Come and get it while it’s hot, it’s the best I’ve been told.
Beware of the poets who like their soup cold.

Our table is large, there are...

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Friends, fellow poets and countrymen, please lend me your ear.
I do not live in Australia, and I wish to make that perfectly clear.
I will not insult that country, for to do so I’d have nothing to gain.
To be so rude would buy me a seat,...

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It is pointless to write with dull pencils
When a pen keeps the sheep safe at night.

And water can flow from a hole in the ground
As long as the spring’s not too tight.

Cargo is sent from a shipyard
But a shipment can go out by car.

A wise...

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It gets kind of crazy living with 3 young boys, there’s always a mess and there’s constant noise.
Their mouths constantly running, their little legs too; they rough-house like tiny wrestlers, off the couch they just flew.
They never get old, those silly fart jokes; and the...

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I read a poem when but a youth
    That inspired me to something simple see
    When I was young and in poor health
    A regular man  I wanted to be

    I worked...

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Eulogy For An Unsung Hero ©

The late John Sidney McCain III,
     now flies with Arrow Smith,
     Babbitt, and Jefferson Airplane
five days shy of his
     eighty second birthday,
     taken down...

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from conscionable, fashionable, 
and inimitable laudable official,
regal unequivocal x all did (re: exalted)
gratuitously justifiable management, 

this citizen banker does hint intend zealous altercation, 
but bestir commonwealth, dutifully engineering 
fairness, given hover into jaundiced keeper
LivingSocial lee, man hooverring 
opprobrious presidential qualities!

Pointblank obnoxious 
quintessential recklessness, subpar, 
tacitly...

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What gratitude is of greater reprise,
Appraisal sought within four wall confines.
Yet tests congure my personal demise,
Subpar intelligence is redefined.
Determined only by pure blood descent,
Whose family heritage dominates.
But haste, why linger, such foul discontent,
Saved from years of unethical debate.
Bitter sweet rejection bore new mercies,
Undrained from society's...

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December.

My coldest winter ever.

My slow descent
into destruction,
my epic battle with the devil.

Thought I’d never meet her.

Wondered
if I would make it out.
Got so used to being cold,
the warmth I start to flout.

Stifling.

12 months
have slipped between
my fingers.

Lived every day
buried,
but never pulled the trigger.

The irony’s simple.

And I’m still...

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Sounds of something somewhere sound so absurd
    Silence in the section of the unspoken spoken word

    Seriously over sensitive a silver screen scene everyday
       Study the students social scale to see who actually...

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Doctors (particularly biomedical engineers)...
really trolley train hard to keep track of patients

Eye tell ya we (spuds)
pulled up stakes after four yar
and zero scores ago living in Bryn Mawr
salutary heart and lungs figurative
storied Main Line Health medical network
latter part of June tooth thousand seventeen

approximately July first
same...

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Living layers of being tugged around scraps of lusterless metal shape the man who was
Or is it the other way around
He can not tell anymore
Improvements or subpar substitutions
He marches on despite his contemplation
The clang and tang of metal on metal echo from his right leg...

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I am a diamond
In the rough, I start
Like a chip left short, 
My subpar anatomy
I will not be defined by
What sparkles in the light
The dark spots fall within
Fear of failure like a lake
Against the currents, my head kept up, 
Watching my fate approach
I will not...

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This is written in defense of the contest sponsors who are being disrespected by a 'poet' who feels his entries were not judged fairly. In separate posts, he contested their judgement. They should never be publicly harassed by a poor sport.


Someone is disgruntled and quite...

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The night sea makes the stars ‘my private universe’
And yet, one feels the multitudes gazing the same way
Kneading thoughts of multiverses staring in reverse

Enchantment on daunting dimensions making headway
Inside the rarer paths of hardened real, the surreal
takes on the wild waves that once tore at...

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