Best Wasteful Poems

Our packaging simply is wrong
To hold things in place, safe and strong
The plastic hugs tight
The cardboard you fight
To open the product takes long!

And when you...

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C herish         Y our            T ime,...

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A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! 
a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants
at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes
thrown down on...

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Sometimes I just
want to sit
and write a poem.

Sometimes I just
want to stand
and recite a poem.

Sometimes I just
want to walk
around the house
picking up dust and lint
and...

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My self-awareness is clear.
Blunt. 
It's ugly and painful. To call it enlightening, is putting it lightly.
Honestly though, it's relieving, intriguing, and totally necessary. 
Character building,...

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Diana, Nature’s Guardian 

Defending purity, virtues, by preordained, destine.
With faithful diligence I oversee all life that’s birthed.
Celebrating nature as its radiant guardian 
Fulfilling life’s desire...

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Ain’t it amazing the way life flows 
Up, down, horizontal, to and fro 
The calm, with the rough, heaven and hell 
Mostly average, but who...

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Recently made contact with a delightful new friend
A “new” friend relatively speaking
Known sweet Laura for quite some time
But lately her comments have been most intriguing

Strangely...

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But what is man, but an insignificant insect in my dominant domain?
A wasteful clan, pernicious and prejudicious roaming the open plain…
Using a destructive plan, a...

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The Voice Within.

Somewhere in the depths of me,   in a place I cannot find.
    There lies the seed of longing,...

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“But because of your stubbornness and your unrepentant heart, you are storing up wrath against yourself for the day of God’s wrath, when his righteous...

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If hard evidence is wanted that we New Englanders 
		have roots running deep in our rock strewn 
soil, look no further than our old cemeteries,...

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clove cinnamon for simon&dunkin tuna for garfunkel.
wobbly looped spindles, hums tunes  "holy mackerel".
silent whispers alluring hoarding ajar.
more candid topics, endorsed by chet choppock.
overtime blenders...

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The doghouse needs a paint job now our dog and I have swapped
our sleeping quarters after making sure, that the penny dropped.
You see I shut...

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Boiling shells crack down hard upon raining rooftops
None doth any apparitional material cover upon her arrogant gift
She hast not laid down upon her last upstanding
Glass...

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