Long Blahs Poems

Is it Hanukkah 
Or Chanukah 
Both are correct
It depends if you use the Latin or Hebrew dialect 

Regardless of what you say
The meaning is the same both here and far away 
It is an eight...

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Wrong bread for Fred

here I am sick in bed
got the chills and aches in my head
called the pharmacy and spoke with Ned
was told of a remedy  of  oatmeal bread

thought that was new so...

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In my bed.
Winter blahs.
Colorless ground
Icy jaws.

I poke my head
Timidly forth.
I see some green
I feel some warmth.

I stretch my tendrils
Toward the sky.
Spindly spikes
Reaching high.

Slowly my body
Unclenches, unfurls
Displaying a wonder
Color and curls.

I dance in the breeze
In joyous...

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Did you ever wonder how things work in your head
How every thought you ever think is connected by a thread
Sometimes it’s just a little thing then somehow you are led
To something unrelated to something they...

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Trump has been breaking laws
create and cause crime with his claws
prefers premiers and skinny shahs
rile up people with his paws
likes pulling at loose straws
at his hamburger always knaws    
likes women who wear...

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There are times when each of us for reasons must pause,
we need a time out and a short reprieve;
perhaps to care for health or life,
need a little distance. 
Some space to contemplate, ponder, separate,...

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The air is cold with skies of multi-grays
as snowflakes fall and paint a wintry scene.
I think of summer warmth and fun-filled days;
yet many winter days must pass between.

But not for me!  You see I...

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Those winter blahs, they're with us again

They can drag us down without doubt

It makes us feel like cursing bloody murder

Can't take it, I just want to shout

After all these years I still can't stand winter

Indoors...

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It was Monday morning blahs agog
 when I rose to walk my little dog.
Barely was the sun arising
 while in the distance clouds passed by spying
Playing peek a boo in the morning rays
 with drops...

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I sit in quietude, with the moon as my light,
its fickle glow obscured by calico clouds.
The air feels heavy
as silence adds its weight to the brumous glume.
A bloated bullfrog croaks curses,
failing to attract an empathic...

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I’m entitled to change.

My skies don’t have the blah-blah-blahs.
My trees aren’t bare in every yard.
My caterpillars find cocoons.
Butterflies will be flying soon.
Said I’m entitled to change.

Yes, I’m entitled to change.

Don’t stop the ice from melting...

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Like I Always Say

Like I Always Say
About heaven no telling
Who you run into.

What I like about
Haiku is it always is
So nice short and sweet.

If George Washington
Told the truth did he really
Have a false front tooth.

Was...

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