Long Pushing up daisies Poems

"Small Mutinies"



So what if my point of view
is not that which wraps 
you in comfortably warm
fluffed-up silky 
cashmere blankets 
of insecure insincerity
simple scribbles 
bleating from the 
chirping crickets 
and frog croaking
symphonies 
muddying waters
cutting pristine lines...

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there is a fountain hidden with peace in our society to set mens hearts free
folks its time we came together no matter what the weather & smile
for we know all the great while that its...

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"The Golden Chord"

I have stories
caterwauling
to be told,
I will caste them out there
no matter how bold.

They will not drown,
they’ll survive
soaked to the bone,
transfigured transporting
they’re magic
for the one who sits absent
on her Royal Throne.

Some are parked on...

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Yours truly never heard, seen, no lies
particularly when alone
facing my (pushing up daisies) demise,
without pretense nor guise,
he honestly decries
smelled, tasted, nor touched, any size,

and essentially knew nothing besides
ancient fruit grown in Japan
for past 1,000 years...

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happy happy happy
flowers and daisies
smelling the roses and pansies
right around this time of year?
are you nuts?

anyway it was a cool night
it was October
I must admit i'm a detective
of a nonexistant crime scene looking and haunted...

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Alone in your world of solitude, you do not wait for anyone to care
your mind and thoughts are satisfying, and with you do they share
wisdom and knowledge they are your light, what was once far...

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Turning fifty ain’t all that nifty,
You might as well be turning five hundred.
You start get shifty, thrifty and whifty,
And you don’t act as young as you once did.

You know what they say, the old cliché,
Age...

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Never get caught in his sight
If u are, u're in for a fight
Don't mistake him for a fool
Listen up! I'm about 2 take u 2 school
Run as fast as u can!
Better watch out he's a...

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“ It ain’t easy being green.”
Kermit The Frog

It ain’t Easy Being Yellow

I push through concrete 
You can’t keep a good dandelion down
Don’t confuse me with a happy face
Yellow sometimes hides a frown

You can find me...

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a poem for someone who likes orange marmalade
a poem for someone who owns mallard ducks
a poem for someone who has used a baby changing station
a poem for someone who is not looking
a poem for someone...

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~When "light upon yon window” aims to break
into my hollow head by early dawn,
such brilliant prose pours in as I awake
but by the time I stretch those words are gone.
   And like two...

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When you’re 70.           A pondering by Michele Angell.

OK, so in June, I became  seventy, 
That’s a nice round figure to be,
I still have some...

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my mom’s not pushing up daisies
having gone to her eternal rest in Spring
her restful place is where her soul has gone
back to earth with its raindrop-moss
(springy, as if for a tiny bunny
or hallucination-size “wabbit”)
off track,...

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GRAVE THOUGHTS

unseen
even though protocol
states 6 feet under
all along
walking up to the stone
pushing up daisies
with my feet
until his mate
fades away
and a fresh dig
even then a tent
covers the gaping hole
but we circle back
and now
only a bandaid board
covers...

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No if, and's, buts or try out your luck
No not even a maybe
But before too long I feel I'll be gone
On my way to pushing up daisies

No sense standing here shaking in fear
Crying out like...

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I don't need an Eiffel Tower as my backdrop 
nor picture painted perfection gracing a Louvre 
romantic candlelit dinner elegance at a Casa Cruz 
nor a breathtaking view of The Old Man at Storr ....

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Sometimes, I am given to wonder, why poetry
and stark reality must be torn so asunder?

Why the huge stress on a new babies cheeks?
When governments worldwide totally reek?

Why is winter weather or a flower so adored?
While...

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“You’re a daisy if you do.”

Doc Holliday

ITs THREE O CLOCK AND ITs O K

     the local joke
    a triple homicide
   in thirty seconds
can see pale faces
through...

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Dad is pushing up daisies today.
He did away with himself on New Year’s Day.
He lodged a bullet into his own chest.
Less than a week later, he was laid to rest.

Down to Atlantic City, you and...

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Just yesterday morning while shaving my face,
I looked in the mirror in total dismay;
my once youthful looks somehow time did erase,
and there stood a stranger with age on display.

My once raven hair has now turned...

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Going mad, bonkers , crazy!
Attempting to CCP on the new iPad.
Rather be pushing up daisies!
A beautiful poem I wrote,gone like Casper the Ghost!

Oops_ he will be put away soon,
By the WOKE culture, too, 
Unless he...

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