Non Poems - Poems about Non

"Eat your veggies," as a nipper I was told but I'd hide 'em on me lap so Mum wouldn't scold then all the quicker feed 'em to the dish-licker before they were even cold now I'm older not sadder but wiser and do enjoy a tasty appetiser they may appear to look like a pear here's a myth I wish to quash tho'...

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Here's a thought or two for you and it's not that I am bitter but when around and about a look I took it ground me down to see such litter tourists travelers neighbours too please let me remind think what you do I beg of you and only footprints leave behind but when it comes to living things if the foot were in...

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Pain that rips across my head Like a bullet in the sky Other problems are the cause Answers to which belie Clearly it’s not straightforward As a multi-faceted mind plight The road still being navigated With no clear end in sight What does it take, one wonders To strip me from this shell I must somehow battle endless angst And fight my way out of this...

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intermediate truths will do for now involving dissolution of ego staid stillness reveals what mind cannot know by direct touch, God wisdom does endow kundalini rises if we allow whence sailing in the boat which God does row spirit repays debts of love which we owe clear sight’s bestowed when to His will we bow ego vaporises yet we remain we as living...

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Hate me slate me or berate me call me names it's all the same I don't care to my mind it's no more than hogwash simply put just hot air the proclivities of others I don't judge and their predilections I won't begrudge I live and let live as I too do have mine but tresspass on my territory there's where I draw the line tho' non-violent step...

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a line drawn in the sand of time plucked from the depths of my mind’s eye curled edge of what’s real what’s not that line that never should be crossed plucked from the depths of my mind’s eye things we’ll forgive but not forget built an imaginary fence washed away by tides yet lingers curled edge of what’s real what’s not distinguishing what’s...

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learning how to dehydrate food was easy but it was so hard to convince them to get over the need for meat. learning dehydration was easy: expensive but easy.I couldn't forget I called my Lover, she liked doing thing with me so I found it easiest to try recipes where she would taste and motive me to...

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I do things by chance as a non-rule Purposefully open, calm and cool Scrupulous schemers and strictarians, stay out of my way Happy-go-lucky and flexible is how I play....

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Ego is like a ripple in the river. It rises when the wind blows, yet settles in calm waters. ...

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Putin non gmo gluten free cheese on the ritz as a celiac to follow Initially written March 18th, 2023 and revised exactly two years later tweaking the poem here and there courtesy adding or subtracting Nabisco National Biscuit Company (1898-1971) tidbits in case a random reader possesses a photographic memory recollecting word for word my literary endeavor when he/she...

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Diagnosed with NON contagious, yet incurable case of logorrhea..., yielded following resultant fiction, which arbitrarily selected thread first popped into my head considered one among many possible near infinite concocted scenarios arose up, thus continue at your own risk only entertainment ye need dread. When just a ruthless babe at me mother's breast already talking fluently and creating one after another prolific literary pièce de résistance superbly...

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I was referred to your organization for shelter what was offered was totally helter skelter first week a birdie gave the scoop of the place a dirty dark seedy operation without any grace Your mask didn't need to slip, I saw right through gift of discernment and you didn't have a clue wanted to see how long you try to...

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A man await happiness in the future, A ruby dream leads to happiness. Say to your boss my regards, sister. I am not fake I am a poet non famous. The poem comes out of the ruby mind, Not measured by fame, think again it. With thanks given to me by people kind, O, my God, increase my honors prohibit. When words burn...

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Hitting it from the back, It was so nice, we did it twice....

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Love is non-mechanical it doesn’t crank, pinion or always work dependably. In cavalier moments, I thought I knew something of how it all works— it’s apertures and shafts— its grinds and reciprocations. I’d judge it’s motions work its levers, judge its spins, and address its slippery angles. You could call me obsessive but obsessive people don’t obsess this much. You could call me compulsive but the compulsive aren't this compulsive. All...

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