Long No time flat Poems

I looked in awe across the room
it seemed quite empty ~ only her
she must have weighed 300# cured
and ate at will, quite well I'm sure.

What should I do ~ toss at her feet
I was embarrased...

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“Zoloft.” was someone’s loud, quick answer.	
“Yasmin.” I heard, spoke by another.  Huh?		
“Xanax.” Was then offered.						

	While these people shouted, I stared, perplexed.	

“Valium, is inside my pocketbook,							
Unisom, too.  It’s up to you.” said some voice.				

	”Thank...

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I walked a while and found a diner,
I was starving and ordered some grub,
the waitress said no food was finer,
I could see cooking grease stored in a tub

I tasted the food she brought to me,
and...

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I ran across a recipe book
Called ‘Cuisine For Clientele’,
On the cover was an unchaste cook
Making prosti-soup and broth-el.

On the back it stated that ‘Eating
Is the most human obsession.
Bar for the one that bears repeating;
The world’s...

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Even though it feels somehow 
like you’re already slipping away 
I have to remember to tell myself 
how blessed I am for each day

I love the ways you try so hard
to see the smile I...

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Was TIME born with all the sky?
Can TIME suffer and also die?
Is TIME flat? Or is TIME round?
Where is TIME? Can TIME be found?
Is TIME there with each beat of the heart?
Was TIME there from...

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Pretend Play
 

As the day approaches an early dawn
I watch you playing out in the lawn
With your bulldozer you made a road
For the dump truck with the heavy load
You’re so cute playing out on your...

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My Name
 

Everyday it’s just the same,
Someone yelling out my name,
In a conversation, a letter, a call,
With the intent of driving me up a wall.
Jeff said this, Jeff said that,
My name is smeared in no...

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He grabs the wheel; his eyes are wild
A reckless danger in this child
That comes from never having suffered loss

He points us down the rocky road
My foot, the gas, or he’d explode
And do his best to...

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I have a scramble on this individual.
He made a dress out of unoriginal.
His capacity to fly was conceived.
It is labeled as the sky has heaved.

In his glove, he hid a weapon.
Rockets raining down from his...

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Poetry has become an obsession
An accidental  rhyme makes me wonder
How many syllables would that be?
It's something I'm forced to ponder

Pat, Pat, Pat!! What? What are you doing?
Why are you standing in water?
Oh I was,...

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Many times throughout my day
I take time out to get away,

I don't get away physically
My way out most times is mentally,

I like to go way deep in thought
Searching for that perfect spot,

A spot to help...

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