Long Nail biting Poems

See them scattered everywhere in buses, trucks and horse buggies, thousands of them lined the street with only the clothes on their backs and a bottle of water to wet their dry throats when the...

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There was once a man.
He’d always wanted to write,
But his biggest failing was
That he wasn’t very bright.

Whenever he started 
On a story or a plot,
Before he could pen it
He simply forgot

What he had thought earlier
And...

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Perched on figurative shoulder...
taking devil's advocate stance...,
with sharp eyed cognizance
of course Joe King abidance!

Wild eyed traitor Joe Schmoe,
albeit Democrat subjects himself to grow
wing skepticism at impeachment show
whip lashed, viz strapping jock who stow
weapons of mashed...

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I down poison and sleep for days
trying to take the heart ache away
I swallow rasorblades to take the headaches away
but nothing matters its always the same
what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger
liar liar pants...

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Though predictability prevails
     pertaining to my life,
     nonetheless a pronounceable zeal
bestirred from writing,
     and reading (no surprise),
     which literary...

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Hell breaks loose through the trusting door
Whining its splintering, wooden hinges
Claws wrapping onto the arches beyond
Gnarled feet pressed on the threshold
Lower limbs jingling with sparky anklets
Ready to catapult and kick with spitting mouth
To shove its...

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She is watchful and ambitious in a nail biting fury
Another new victim another story

She pulls him in and caresses his mind
There in the darkest of nights where she finds

Keys are clicking faster and wild
The pupils...

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(Any resemblance between said title,
as told tummy by ya finch,
and commander in chief,...
not accidental, nor a cinch
buttock hum posed on behalf

of these bottom ming out
fifty states, plus Puerto Rico inch
ching, donning, and clamoring
desperately for fluffin...

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~I wore your skin~

Brother, I wore your skin last night
Nothing but friction, blood -dry ink
Announcing a crush "Silence by the Sky!"
Integrity denied, endangered enemy

Brother, I wore your skin last night, swollen ankles
  imagery galore,...

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Brother, I wore your skin last night
Nothing but friction, blood -dry ink
Announcing a crush "Silence by the Sky!"
Integrity denied, endangered enemy

Brother, I wore your skin last night, swollen ankles
 imagery galore, vomit on the lavatory...

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I feel like I have stopped running 
I am standing still now and I am poised 

But why am I stopping? 
There is no time to be tired 

Things to do 
People to see 
Things...

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Once red,
now blue?
Political earthquake jolts state once more.
Stacey Abrams worked divine magic. As...
Georgia decides,
America holds
her breath.

 Ossoff and
Warnock are
heading to Washington as history makers
in what was truly nail-biting finishes.
Warnock made
history as
the first....

Black senator
from Georgia,
while Ossoff...

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yea tis history - that end gin shelled a mesh by mit Romney wailin
such below figurative belt mortar attack subterfuge and constant railin
 per accusations hurled at barack Obama presidential campaign
lobbed like scud missile grenades...

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Inhumanities buzzard picks at the scraps
squabbling over trash
vultures of the pavement
denying everything has life

A confetti of money
the wedding funeral of it’s own immoral concept
squawking the incantations
of debt
the milking breast
for these divisions of hate

Automaton march
blindfolded into...

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Slowing my mind to analyze each finger as an individual

My fingers are individual in nature. I see them as unique tools each having a body of character necessary to meet my every whim. 

Left pinky...

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I've known for long
Yes I've learned for long
Yes I've seen beyond eyes vision
I've felt beyond feelings
For in pain there my pleasure is

What agony sings I've heard
The stronger the pain
The stronger the me
For what broken heart...

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BASEBALL IS THE GAME

A game embedded in the soul of America.
Baseball spans generations.
Father to son, father to son and so on.
It is a mirror of our culture and history.

Icons like Ruth, Gehrig, Robinson, Mays and...

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Some people are so blunt
Their words tear and make you feel like a runt

Some people are so sharp
Their words cut like the bite of a carp 

Some people are so shallow
Without thinking words they bellow...

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Story time.
Start at the beginning, please,
And tuck me in well.
Put out the lights,
Put on the bedside lamp.
Now, if you please,
Start.

The beginning– 
It should have been better…
I’ll invent a new one.
The characters –
But I don’t like...

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Soldier boy, oh soldier boy
Why don't you hide up those tears?
Hold in your mind those nail- biting fears
March till you drop, sing the marching song
Even though, for home you heart it does long
Don't cry no...

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Daylight goes, and darkness glows. 
A weary head, nodding asleep. 
An empty bed, the stars weep. 
Eyes that have seen the writing,
Keep you alive, persistent nail biting. 
An answer to prayers, a long way aways....

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Television
Nexflix and chill
Date night thrill

Baby
Constant butt wiper
Another poopy diaper

Puppy
Snuggly and adored
Much to afford

Neighbor
Nosy are they
Dog barking everyday 

Mail
Sometimes paycheck thrills
Other annoying bills!

Sofa
Couch potato crazy
Napping cuz’ lazy

Christmas
Jingle that bell
In-laws from hell

Mortgage
Owning your property
Living in poverty

Me
Loves her...

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Staying in this seat is the torture of time spinning down:
Psychological nail-biting.

Curbing a driving impulse to jump up on my seat and yell
Just anything at all as loud as my lungs will let me.

This tiny...

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All these insipid poems of Love
Love Lost….
Love Found….
What is this emotion that makes UP? Down?

All this frantic fretting
nail biting and bed-wetting.

What is this profound poetic notion?
What is the source of this commotion??

All these romantic, rabid,...

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All these insipid poems of Love
Love Lost….
Love Found….
What is this emotion that makes UP? Down?

All this frantic fretting
nail biting and bed-wetting.

What is this profound poetic notion?
What is the source of this commotion??

All these romantic, rabid,...

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