Long Self deprecating Poems

They had only been practicing for a few days but DynDoeth was not surprised when he was made aware that elves were on their way to escort him to Rian.  He had his spies...

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What the ****,
I'll break your neck if you get at me,
tell me now,
that I can't paint pictures,
when I clearly see that 
old man,
walking like a broken triangle
making a vertex on the ground with his cane,
his...

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I feel for gentle hearts in this loud world, 
Ever suspect, dismissed and derided, 
For long has been the shy a songless bird,
That Darwin dismissed as ‘odd state of head’, 
Jane Austin gave shyness a...

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Once upon a most wonderful walk, a girl and her seven dogs
Shared an entirely spontaneous and ridiculously rude,
Yet delightfully playful social interaction.

To the dreary, disapproving outside world,
This may have looked rather unsightly,
Perhaps a broken, unspoken...

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When fate pulls at my haiku of heartstrings,
I curse the syllables of my poetic musings.
If I do not express my sorrows,
how will petals blossom in my garden?

Upon the midst of bewilderment,
lost without a bosom for...

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We as British people are known around
the world for our own individual traits

Such as we are supposed to be and
thought of as polite

Love ever so saying and apologizing
for anything and everything even if it
isn't actually...

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My oldest friend,
and older, too,
has a daily yoga practice
of self-care,
which I would healthier emulate.

But, when I mentioned this
as rich in comparison
with my own brief leg stretches
while tube-feeding my son,
and occasional too brief dancing
and jumping
with my...

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I dove into the deep end, headfirst, quite a splash,
Not of the pool, you see, but grief's enormous gash.
It’s Olympic-sized, this sorrow, chlorinated blue,
And I’m the sole competitor, with nothing else to do.
The butterfly of...

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If I weren't afraid I'd still turn the lights on to keep the closet monster on his toes. I'd dangle my feet teasing the gremlin "hiding" under my bed. If I weren't afraid I'd throw...

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Matthew Scott Harris, whar art thou spunk?

The following admission
honest to dogness haint no bunk
nobody, but yours truly
bore deeply and countersunk
his spontaneity satisfactorily
lightweight corporeal mein kampf,
didst more than baptise or dunk
cuff, which admirably aided to flunk,
(whereat...

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My distant spirit is dying, 
disheartened, disintegrating and self deprecating.
Defenceless, as hope disappears,
emotionally shipwrecked in deep waters,
yet to be discovered. 

In the sadness of sentimental sighs,
silence is the sinister sister of separation. 

Abandoned in an...

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Matthew Scott, Whar Art Thou Spunk?

Nobody, but yours truly
bore deeply and countersunk
his spontaneity satisfactorily
lightweight corporeal mein kampf,
didst more than baptize or dunk

cuff, which admirably aided to flunk,
(whereat no universal solvent,
could (kant) kelp dissolve barnacles
of sea...

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Brain cells that were once bright shiny colourful marbles
Now starting to dull and lose the vibrancy they once had
Some days they still shine but in a different light, in a different way

I have always had...

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Am I that hard to love?
To be treated with some delicacy? Dignity?  Joy?  Celebrated instead of tolerated? Honored instead of scorned?
Can you hear me screaming, pleading, begging behind my plastic smile? 
Words are...

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Well, it's back to the sillies I go
This serious stuff is hurting my brain
If you notice I'm being serious again
Admonish me, must be totally insane

Must maintain my “silly” status
Or I'll totally fade away from the...

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I think this is one of my dumbest flows ever/
Cause it's a heartbreak I allow to repeat forever/
Refusin to quit, my loyalty is undying/
Heart doesn't wanna realize that it's lying/
To the logic, to my brain,...

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Once again, sleep evades me
Weary and worried, I lie awake
Struggling to quiet my anxious mind
The relentless 'why's' and 'what if's'
And the self-deprecating thoughts stealing my slumber

A complicated dilemma and a tough choice
An outcome and a...

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An Ohioan, born with the last name Driver,
she was an actor, but an author she was too.
She first appeared in the film “Splendor in the Grass.”
TV shows she would also often do.

However, she is best...

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You hear roses and violins
I hear gunshot, screams, open fire
I am heading toward trouble
But I cannot turn my feelings into flowers

The sun, the sky and the moon are for others.
They have nothing to do with...

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