Long Mishandle Poems

The great poets begged for muse and not for moments stolen.
We lesser mortals cup in hand beg, not for attentions’ span nor
cause to celebrate, but Time; a worthy goal.
Seconds spent pondering half-held slow bled moments
shuffling...

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Taken for granted 
many mishandle it
was given in one breath 
Its put to the test 
we forget how important it is, until ones loved one is laid to rest
Who are you to take ones life?
why...

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Infamous girl
you sank to a grave dug with a silver spoon
infamous girl
you drag your dress across an ill fated field lit by the moon

Lure you, comfort you, f-ck you, toss you
put this cycle on repeat,...

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My thought reek of bloopers
All I see is blue birds
Ever since you left me
Maybe I deserve it
A southpaw has to be used to this

Sleeping in the mud
Reminiscing the dirty games I played
Staring at the dice
you...

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Send me the pieces of my heart so I can stitch them back together. I'll lock them in a 
glass case that no one can shatter. Love is just a word to you, not a...

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Send me the pieces of my heart so I can stitch them back together. I'll lock them in a 
glass case that no one can shatter. Love is just a word to you, not a...

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Ended Up in a Pickle

You probably ended up in a pickle
Received no things from theory called trickle
And felt down after reading latest pole
Gave away heart and sold your soul.

Some also heard what I often mention
Trump...

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TANTAMOUNT:

Whether by genes or by blood,
Whether by menage or by clan,
Whether by power or by class,
Whether by race or by nationality,
Whether by age or by gender,
We are all tantamounted inherently. 
None of us is special...

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My imperfections speak volumes with cutting 
words in perfect prose to my higher self
Long ago those shards caused wounds but 
now are ghosts of a broken lower self
Hollow shells of a self we loved the...

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Are wars as natural as forest fires?

The world is a restless war between India
and Pakistan's armies are ready and eager to fight
as usual, the people are ill-informed 
Israel has a problem; people are in an uproar 
the...

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The last best hope, the redneck pope the hicks
are counting on, won’t need his travel kit
when he’s on Ricker’s Island. Gavel it!
He orders bedroom windows made of bricks:
aspires to nothing higher than Stevie Nix.
The break-up...

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Jurors mishandle the facts why can't we? 
Does it hurt when you hear others laugh, 
or do you think they are laughing at you? 
Growing the pain deep inside.
On your mind grows a hurt you...

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...by gone past former shores of lands mishandle!;
Alas disoriented having lost one's bearings;
adrift going round in circles at sea darkness covers;
Hark! I hear Atlantis calling...
As the sea brings me light the candles;
Of the painted blacken...

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Trump On A Funny Farm

Trump's lips do look like Donald Duck
Sad imitating palsied person when he does cluck
Like a cruddy chicken carries on and on
Sure hope pretty soon he will be gone.

Down people he will...

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