Mother Bullying Poems

Recipe for Beauty

To Whom it May Concern,
(I'm thinking God…but others say
Mother Nature is to blame. Still others believe Evolution,but to 'You’, just the same…)

At risk...

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Foureyes is my name.
Seeing everything in the frame,
On the left,
On the right,
Everything is blurry to my sight.
Which is good from my perspective,
Less definition is my...

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              My Message to the Media


Brave, staunch Israel, will rise in the...

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Two houses is what I call home, with two kitchens and a bed in 2 places I roam, I walk the streets without knowing what’s...

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February 13th, 2023 - old man winter gave a one...two punch

Overladen snow covered crackle and crunch
though, this skeptic owned a doubtful hunch
that such 24/7 round...

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A tree in love

By the old road, before it meets a widened way
 in a nearby stands two trees close together
 we can see they...

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The flaws,

The way that my shoulders are broader than they need to be,
So that the small, tight tops never fit right,
So that I look muscular,
“Like...

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For Claire Christine | 10.3.211 From Mommy



They say that I'm a monster-
A Hellish sort of thing.

They claim that I am evil- 
that pain's the only...

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Meeting a princess

It was, according to the old, the coldest winter
any could remember, the wise said it was because 
the war had disturbed the weather...

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Hail, the doorway keen on the known world ... theme wails attention,
time of roses' blooms cower ... usurped magentas, aloof maroons,
for the flight of the...

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turquoise hair and pink stripes!
his mother must be proud!
giggling and poking fun commences.
annoyingly mean and loud.

I am proud of him,
his grandmother says with pride.
I love...

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A healthy dose of invective flourishes at Highland Manor asylum

I hate to be curt,
but welcome to the monkey house
at 2 highland manor drive,
where all manner...

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To lost friends
I have opened the window and inhale the summer
Some of the cottages I see, made of stone and lime are empty, their owners...

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The Death of Art

He was an artist, a painter spending much of his time
in his mother's garage painting when not out drinking with his many...

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A cage not of your making
your own expiration date

Your mother branded you with it
and made you wear it even to date

It was announced at family...

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