Long Mork Poems

Eightynine 
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CharlaXFabels 
 
FearsRelived 
 
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Main Entry: relieved Function: adjective Date: 1850: experiencing 
or showing relief especially from anxiety or pent-up emotions 
— re•liev•ed•ly  \-ˈlē-vəd-lē\ adverb Relive One entry...

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Darkness

Alone I wander
in increasing darkness,
an endless black hole
the pain never ends.

I do not hurt on the outside,
my leg is not broken,
my face is not scarred,
but my mind is dying.

I do not have words,
I cannot explain,
There...

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Robin Williams would be my comedian of choice.
To live in the same building, to attend a picnic with,
To become lifelong friends.
I thought he was brilliant in most of his TV work
On Mork and Mindy; I...

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They dressed in the garment of back in the day
Scampered up our walk with a happy hey hey
Are those chipmunks? My husband asked a bit askance.
They surely are, I replied, doing a happiness dance!

What are...

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From a planet which must be more fun
than the one called “Third Rock from the Sun,”
came an alien that
had the face of a cat.
In his hands he was holding a stun gun!

“Constellations -for eternity-
In a...

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You suffered from depression and Bipolar Disease.
Your suicide has driven the entire world to its knees.
You were so talented that talent isn't a big enough word.
I wish you hadn't died, that's what I would've preferred.
To...

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I love you like a four-year-old 
loves playing Hunt the Thimble: 
I want you like Inspector Gerard 
wants cuffs on Richard Kimble. 

As Mork has eyes for Mindy, I 
am crazy, too - no, loonier!...

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Once upon a time in a neighborhood of Orleans
there lived a Jon Terrell among voodoo queens
we neighbors thought him eccentric, sometimes rude
but he turned out a famous, pot smoking dude

When his chance finally came for...

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We sing
Act
Die
Cry
Dance in the sky
We form societies
To read aloud
What others dare not say
From Shakespeare to Byron
Poe to Moe
We sit around smoke filled lounges
Spewing words forth
Love, hate, Hemingway’s mojitos staring in mirrors
Whiskey permeates the air
Smokey flavors...

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