What's Your Poison?
...If
you say
Adam Schiff
should have his day,
maybe get a whiff
of power, making hay
on the nation’s fiscal cliff,
then you’re bright. You know Chick-Fil-A
(not the same thing as a secure SCIF)...
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Categories:
fil, political,
Form: Etheree
Fast Food
...A clown named Ronald
Sold us on McDonalds
Then the King came to play
Saying have it your way
Old Dave squared the deal
Inviting us to Wendy's for a meal
The Queen has ice cream treats
Old Arby...
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Categories:
fil, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Patchwork Mary
...A lock of sweat-matted hair over one eye,
she shakes a red knuckled fist at a naked child,
wailing upon a cold floor.
Mary drying feet with her hair.
Mary at the temple calling.
A street corne...
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Categories:
fil, poetry,
Form: Free verse
horoscopes and hot air
...My Astrologer, ‘Sex and Love’ horoscope, for Halloween, is grim and on-trend for me.
(Libra) “Get ready to take some chill-time - give yourself the space to recover. People pleasing is out, boundari...
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Categories:
fil, autumn, fashion, nonsense, school,
Form: Free verse
Orpheus
...Slang..
Chick-fil-a = the best place ever
jade =
brooke = gorgeous
mishin = the boss, as in “You aren’t the boss of me.”
Orpheus
We’re on vaycay. School is OVER, COVID is over. We’re...
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Categories:
fil, humor, mothers day, new
Form: Free verse
A Patchwork Mary
...Scrubbing dishes in a cold kitchen,
on a tabletop rats nibble
through a leather bible cover.
She turns,
a lock of sweat matted hair over one eye,
shakes a red knuckle at a wailing child
sat on...
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Categories:
fil, poetry,
Form: Free verse
How Huxley Sees the World
...
"How Huxley Sees the World"
He composes his world -
dream extractions
simulated from
the surreal reality of man
colour cognitive from the dead moments
we phantomise to ...
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Categories:
fil, art, future, humanity,
Form: Free verse
Womens Group
...Feb. 6, 2021
Hello I was born normal on May 17, 1979 from Paranaque, Philippines. My name is Jacqueline Ramirez Mendoza and was taken from Jacqueline Kennedy Onasis. Given by my cousin, Jocelyn Pic...
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Categories:
fil, anxiety, christian, depression, god,
Form: Narrative
Opened Book
...The book you offered to me
waits by my side,
in its silky blanket
while is risking
a timid autumn sun.
If I open it, I guess
leaves contain
much more than a ray,
because when I dive into ...
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Categories:
fil, autumn, books, french, spring,
Form: Free verse
L'Orage, Jamais Je Ne M'En Degage
...En suivant le fil allongé de l'attirance pour elle,
Je me mis à une randonnée cherchante en dépit du ciel bas.
Tout à coup, il faisait de l'orage. La pluie torrentielle
Et le courant d'air houleux...
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Categories:
fil, how i feel, longing,
Form: Narrative
World of Violence -Re-Post
...World of violence
As the morning slowly breaks
and, daylight in fil trates...
I feel,
the sunshine- burn away the grey
I feel,
the dawning, of a brand new day
I wish, the clouds would...
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Categories:
fil, black african american, death,
Form: Rhyme
Again
...Dear God or whatever,
you can begin me now.
Begin me on a whiteboard,
a blackboard, anything that can be erased
to begin again.
My cookie was crumbling,
my cookie was baked with bad blood.
...
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Categories:
fil, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Pizza
...
Pizza!
Two Glasses.
With chilled Chianti.
Jar of hot peppers.
Charming red and white tablecloth.
Warmed decorated Sicilian plates in baskets.
Waiter stands at...
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Categories:
fil, food,
Form: Etheree
Impromptu
...god forbid
some people
cried and some
people sighed how
but not just how but why
am i
it seems
delinquent
or delinquently
casting out my son
to a world
where weird
faults are found
...
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Categories:
fil, muse,
Form: I do not know?
En Me Languissant D'Elle
...N'ayant plus son corps galbé dans mes bras,
Je ne peux plus trouver rien de chaud.
Le ciel m'apparaît constamment bien bas,
Qu'il fasse de l'orage ou qu'il fasse beau.
Tous les jours je cherche...
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Categories:
fil, lost love, missing, true
Form: Sonnet
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