Ed Poems - Poems about Ed

Recovery turns to reduction. Curing a disorder of consumption through crumbs, Staring at the dish before me, An enemy of the state of my mind. I fear I’ll turn back to a pantry for protection, While taking microbites in front of peers. My fear turns to fullness, And I empty my being, My soul, My vitality And flush it away. ...

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Q: What's the free Medicare Help 800 number? A: (352) 841-0632 and they are downsizing the Social Security Office. Q: Trump promises not to cut Social Security and Medicare? But does he more than likely going to be allowing any more funding for them? A: Right now, the...

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Q: As of May 2025 who will start having to use real identification cards cause their regular cards won't work? A: Thus far only the passengers who ride commercial airlines. Q: Is Trump and his administration planning not to tax either, tips or Social Security? A: The answer...

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Today I ghosted someone please don't ask why, cause they really seemed sweet and all I did was lie. About my thoughts, intentions, the date he asked to meet he asked me to the pictures, I smiled through gritted teeth. With a sprinkle of deceit I strung him along, to fill some hollow void when I knew it was was wrong. For weeks on end we'd talk for...

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When he learned his ABC"a they awarded him a Doctor of Letters degree....

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New York times and Washington post, better watch The reports in the columns you host, keep within any Remit, for the wokesters wish to poke' specially those in The big-house, who'll treat as serious any old joke' Don't be tilting at thir windmills, or landing any clouts' Being negative on e v's like 'just asking about? How They go real dead...

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Bussing immigrants to high-end neighborhoods makes immigration status worse. After an Ecuadorian women gave Heimlich to a man choking on a Scampi, she was once again bussed elsewhere without a single thank you. People in these areas reported people being saved by these immigrants. FYI: everyone in America are immigrants...

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CONTRI and DISTRI Someone somewhere decided English needed to be changed. As usual with our copy-cat world, so dire an unthinking band wagon has spread as a forest fire. An academic,typically verbose, wrote 'why use one when two' could sound more up-to-date and new! Thus the 'double prefix' was conceived and sadly like a Topsy grew. Contri and Distri have wrongly become the norm...

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Anonmymous fingers reach to strangle. AUTONOMOUS. A residual print of 4D shadow. To nestle a cozy 3D-RESIDENCE. The abode abides abating abort. ABSOLUTE LY. Expressionism throws its feces on the wall ...

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Got my doctorate In sandbox With a double major in Nose picking Graduated “magna-cum lousy” From the “driveway art course” Served an apprenticeship in “It’s your dog pick up after it” Rose to great heights tree climbing Also got to meet the firemen Taught my parakeet To BOO those F-N Yankees Rooted for the RED SOX A true love/hate relationship I understand Bill Belichick But not what he says...

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After deciding To skip this one too, Soon enough Her face turned blue. Thinking what damage, Could a skipped meal do? And if one won't, Then so won't two. So she sleeps on this one too. What's a little bit of hunger? Nothing new. But she finds herself in one of her biggest fears, The sound of a siren filling her ears, Red and blue lights blinding her...

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I once told myself I was incapable of love, Because I could not love myself. That was until I met you. For months my diet consisted of not eating more than 300 calories, Hours of exercise, even if I felt like I couldn't go on anymore, There were the daily purges after all of that. I skipped lunch every day just...

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Smog, not only in my streets but in my brain, my neural pathways Holding weight. Holding weight in my shoulders, in my neck in my core. I run until I'm sore. Still don't know if want to grow or shed This weight, all this weight Look in the mirror accepting , not myself, but the concept that I will Never know...

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If Tom C. does not post a poem soon Why! ~ It will be June Earth to Tom... Earth to Tom... Earth to Tom......

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I hate the feeling Of thinking I’m here But I’m not Of think somebody’s here When they aren’t Of having my life blocked in by a snowy window The crisp February air whistling by This sound this feeling Makes me want to die But she following me Haunting me She stalking me I don’t have energy to try I don’t have energy to run I...

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