Best Well Adjusted Poems

He just appeared to me, like wispily curling 
Chimney smoke, 
One grim and early morning in the very midst of 
Decembers briefest days, on the...

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I started sucking my thumb until it looked like a plumb
Things didn't feel any better so I poured a glass of rum
Some will imagine I'm...

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Memories Of Youth And Nature, Were A True Blast
In collaboration with Robert Lindley

Beautiful dawn a Nature walk would do one good
Across the flower filled pond,...

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Long before the whispers
fell down 
upon your solemn shoulders   
as with new day dew's droplets   
dangling so delicate, so free ...

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You, who are so perfect in my eyes, so beautiful- adorable, and I, so flawed, ugly, damaged and crawling with defects; why do you enjoy...

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Spring is here - scents the air
You've come from somewhere
Moving in next to my home
Your aura blooms bright n' warm

I'm Already thinkin' here's a new...

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Bloated; the feeling of you getting filled with the same things of the world 
Old from not finding something new to make you feel young
Daily...

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FIRST MOVEMENT (Minor Key)

Times such as these test body soul and mind
So should our thoughts be pain and dark confined
Or loosed to concentrate on brighter...

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She knows when the lights are turned off
     there will be light somewhere else
     Understanding of connections...

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Sheriff Koplin has ridden East to gather a few other folks who decided to leave the city and head West, hoping to settle in Milton...

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The other day I was lucky
enough, to see you; 

you made my blush 
you made me cry 
you churned the sky 
with every color 
known...

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My alarm clock was set to go off at eight
When I lurched out of bed oh heck I was late
Forgot to move on the clock...

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Ted was a professional farter
and at his windy recitals he’d boast
that could even toot Moonlight Sonata
If his wife fed him baked beans on toast!

There was...

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I pulled up to the Stork Club in a bright Red Coupe Deville. I must admit I felt a bit of pride as I tossed...

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My grandfather on my father’s side, was a pecker-toothed sidle who raped his 
daughter when she was just ten. He threw down vodka from an...

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