Best Wronger Poems

In the distance I saw you there
Forgive my silly childlike stare
But lately I’ve become so aware
Of your whispers of light

You shine brighter than the rest
It’s incredibly obvious you’re the best
All night flight I’d gladly invest
For your whispers of light
 
I’m not surprised when I arrive
To...

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As I stood before the porcelaneous basin,
And streamed into its already uric and xanthous-stained depths,
A stain, a sight and a liquid yet yellower and more urinary;
And as cloudiness, not of mind, but of that which is uric attended the 
Deposition, a thought occurred unto me,...

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Something a politics professor once said
has been crashing round and round my head.
He said: "Zara. You could convince white
that it was black and black that it was white instead.

It's also been said that I struggle with reality -
that black-white; wrong-right polarity -
because I see white...

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I'd like to imagine, a time before I was born,
life for my parents was breezy,
going out with each other, exploring the world,
living a care free, just living it easy.

My Dad being a romantic,
all the things he would do,
to entice my Mothers affections,
all the things you...

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I saw you cry today,
I can't tell you that I feel your pain,
You're his daughter,
this time God couldn't get any wronger,
he shouldn't ever taken your father,
I swear that in my head my screams couldn't get any louder,
I screamed to God and reminded him of his...

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I've never been a coward
I've never been named Howard
I'm not a doctor but I'm like a doctor
Struggling with patience
And I hate this and how I debate this
Delete this, delete that
Like I delete fat off my body
Wearing a wreath of holly
Perhaps a folly, perhaps something jolly
Some...

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Grammar fools

My ignorance just makes me stronger
But when I try to write, it makes me wronger
I decry anyone who knows more than me
I call them names without an apostrophe
Because I’m so clever, don’t need to learn
Then I look at my account, how much did my...

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New Year Poetry

Auld Lange Syne
by Robert Burns
translation by Michael R. Burch 

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And days for which we pine?

For times we shared, my darling,
Days passed, once yours and mine,
We’ll raise a cup of kindness yet,
To...

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God tell me if I'm alive or dead,
And if I should continue or have I reached the end?

I fell down,
who was there to pick me up?
You weren't,
I reached out and my hand you didn't grab.
God you lost me,
and back then my believe in you was...

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Death is scary,
Not very airy,
Death is Life,
Weather or not is a diease or a knife,
Everyone dies,
This isn't lies,
Death is fear,
Death is a tear,
That is shed,
Or a gash in the head,
Death is powerful!

Life is stronger,
Not much wronger,
You gonna live life on egg shells,
You gonna sit there...

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The days are long and getting longer
So my boredom’s that much stronger.
To complain feels even wronger
Since I am okay.

I read, I write, I do my walking;
On the phone or Zoom, I’m talking.
Still, at travel, I am balking;
Locally, I stay.

Pandemic life has been a trial
And, although...

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Sam, Sam, the drunken man
Hiccup, hiccup, stagger
Sprayed by the skunk again
Stench replaces swagger

Uncle is a rebel
Standards sinking lower
His Lust rings the death knell
Evil hands him over

Hiding in the closet
Moving from the shadows
Twist the truth to posit:
"Counterfeit their credos."

Urge grows ever stronger 
Evil, even bolder
Acts are...

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Fallacious wars

 The war in Ukraine disturbs me greatly
Russia invaded and invasion is as we know illegal
with few exceptions like when NATO attacked  
Serbia, Bombed Belgrade hit the Chinese embassy and laughed about it.
Not to forget the invasion of Iraq and Syria and other...

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Two gifts you gave me, the day I was leaving school
My mother planted them like a will
I went to see my sister yesterday
And one is nowhere, a casualty of the drought perhaps
You blow too hard
From the mountains wronger side
The clouds over there hold no hope...

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Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage


No longer a skewed malicious mirage

Stronger imbued with pernicious camouflage

Wronger spewed such vicious sabotage

Doom Monger crude officious collage


Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage


Rabble rousing by ghoulishly espousing

Nige will oblige and foolishly perform

Leader and feeder of each reader 

Preach...

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