Nauseum Poems - Poems about Nauseum

Virulent strip of debauchery, I answered with a hiss, wrapped up iN Excessive loss, addiction and broken dreams, finished with A Gigantic, gaudy bow! I thought I was coming down with the flU As my poor husband excitedly asked me how I liked VegaS. Surprised by my mood, (maybe too much of a good thing?)...

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Knowing Him has made my life a little brighter. My burdens seem a wee bit lighter. No longer am I torn by insignificant words; They belong on the garbage heap. My heart's soaring like the birds. Instead of only that one sad song I hear an occasional upbeat tweet!...

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I could not end it better, if I cared For what I love is not the constant now But the changing to become There is no beauty ad nauseum While the sun drinks from the cup of flowers I remembered that when a friend wrote: To hell with golden daffodils. It was a perfect way to end the romantic fervour This exalted view...

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Why are some compelled to post Twelve poems in a row? If someone has the answer, please, I’d really like to know. Perhaps they like to see their names In print a dozen times. Yet seeing that, I lose the urge To read one of their rhymes. Poems, like pastries, offer us A treat that’s sweet and pure. One bite slowly savored Leaves us craving many...

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my sorrow bears leaves of jacaranda purple eyes the flower, the fear, a dank damp cloth of night covered my face smothering the lust that quivered a human lake moving a specter’s hands stole Mercury’s face of banality together the fear, of hands that lust disassembled...

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I have returned, so now I’ll go, I need to leave, then I’ll arrive, I hate you all, I love you so, I think I’m dead, no I’m alive. I guess I’ll stand, or maybe sit, Perhaps I’ll walk, or maybe run, This is the start, the end of it, It’s over now, or just begun. I shall do this, no I’ll do...

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