Long Axe to grind Poems

DIARY NOTES : Mad-House Maths

March 30th., 2018 - Another day sets in Paris

The home-bound Octogenarian trundles from the Mall's town centre
Back laden with the day's shopping
His hands numb from clutching load-packed plastic bags during the...

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(after Edgar Allan Poe's "The Angel of the Odd")

It was a tidy day and I sat, replete, under vellux blankets.
Sadly, my tea was weak, the bottle of cinnamon whiskey
tantalizingly low, and my feet swelling above...

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Did you ever think what you’d give up to be a better man,
If you somehow could know this was true,
That your life was of value, your dreams were a gift,
The world a better place because...

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The Wagon Man
Wagon John,
Wanted My Thoughts On Columbine and Gun Control
4-20-2000

The place, was Littleton Colorado, the school, Columbine High.
But it could have happened in any state, any town, any school.
While guns are being blamed for...

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If you stick your neck out for a friend, you’re likely to lose your head.
A friend is a potential enemy in disguise as a loving wife just before vowing ties.
Friends are of all kinds but...

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Defined By Idioms

Naked truth, bent nails
dead men tell no tales
bad Apple, broken mirrors
burnt out light bulbs, crocodile tears
spilt milk, goose chase
two cents worth, rat race
rotten egg, bad to the bone
eagle eye, no place like home.
bat...

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Before the Big Bang brought star dust 
To the interstellar scene
It must have been something like 
An unfathomably immeasurable self-inducing 
Divinely driven dream machine.
Mind forming matter as imagination 
Up the ladder 
Rungs of time;
Step by...

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Dam you bastards with water; I think you all are coots
While I watch the weather everyday and plead for rain filled fronts
I’m not some greedy bastard, which wants to grow more grass
I need my stock...

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You’re going around town telling all who care to listen
that I’ve got an axe to grind, I’m picking on your brain.
But you know damn well it is nothing like that at all,
you have been nasty...

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Some folks are misguided to sincerely believe
That what they hear on the news is fact, indeed,
I hope this poem will help you, friend, to relieve
That dreadful notion, for the “news” is suspect
Of being more commentary...

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She’s into sushi and sapiosexuals, 
Yogis with crystals, and vain intellectuals.
Just a flutter-by wisp with a thin portmanteau,
Who doesn’t believe what she’d rather not know.
Her porcelain features come straight off the shelf.
She plans for the...

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Princess! The smile of your angel face may never depart. 
Sweetheart! wake up and give your day a fresh new start. 
Your beauty and charm God can no longer exalt. 
You are a precious queen,...

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This poem is about nothing. I’ve naught to say:
nor message to impart, in my inimitable way.
I espouse no moral ground on which to stand,
no political axe to grind, and please understand,
I’ve no religious viewpoints to...

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used for thousands of years to
cut down trees & then to chop them up &
then slice and dice them into
everything from mulch to boards used to 
build a plethora of domiciles,
the axe (probably first formed...

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given all of the pertinent facts
I wonder why we grind the axe

to prove our point of pointed dismay
that things should be the other way

and furthermore we pointedly assume
no change of course will spell out doom

to...

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Written 2 August 2023
Submitted to No. 1233 New Poem only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand


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In a house of cards
in torrential rain
social media overload
floods my brain.
Wave after wave 
you feel the pain.
Heading down the hallway
into the dark,
the imminent 
and dissonant 
hellhounds bark.

From the penthouse of hypocrisy 
I jumped onto a...

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She gets up every morning - to get her husband off to work.
Once a kind and caring man - now such a hideous JERK!
She makes his breakfast, gets his coffee, and even makes him a...

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*Image of Walks Warns by Wage.com.

Blues In White

Dressed in white, she looked so refined,
Then I got a text, from who, was undefined,
Message opened eyes, and was well timed,
As I searched the vacuums of my mind,
An...

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My snarling flash drive 
numbed my approach
as I drove fifty clicks
into the morning, still dark.
I did obeisance
to my tyrannical inbox,
it showed no mercy
to either side of the screen.
Everyone had an axe to grind,
not least of...

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Breaking hours,
light flickering 
between gray torrents, 
restrained luminosity. 
(otherwise too glorious)

Oh but your shine 
when I see, dazzling 
of it’s own volition, 
your introspection 
so damn zen. 
(no axe to grind)

It seems as if 
you’re...

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Isn't there time for everything?
living in night of terror,
When fear and grieve is deeply flying in the darkness of the skies.
Yet i shall survive.
Wondrous scenes happen in favor of the distressed.
But the wicked does not...

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Vehicles of verse serve to prove
how passions and purposes move
from mind to mind.

Our choice letters turn into words;
missives sung by persuasive birds
no axe to grind.

Optimal words will brake at lines
to drive the stanzas home by...

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