Occasionally Poems - Poems about Occasionally

Occasionally, when I am drowning, you rise up from that deep sea, and though my mind is water-logged, you push my dream-body to shore, where you breathe your soul into mine....

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Occasionally I despair, an eternal uphill struggle, a hopeless walk to sanity: what else is there for me to do but scream? Occasionally my stomach rumbles as pain, hunger and strife make it grow distressingly tight. Occasionally I try to fight and seek that elusive light at the end of the tunnel only to find an inky blackness, ebony obscurity of darkness that smothers the soul. Occasionally I...

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Who are those first three who view every new poem They never comment ~ What do I owe 'em...

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Thoughts are bridges... occasionally fragile, occasionally delusional... Feelings are vacancies that the sea of life lick, later drains... And we missteps, we were looking for shelter, Islands cuddling...!...

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toward thee spunky gal, whose impregnation and debut appearance way to brief a tale for Aesop cuz, (umpteen iterations recounted), out the birth canal aye did bop analogously compared to a mealy mouthed measly crop a spindly tangle of...

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9/20/16 Not only talking about the tummy When I say I'm hungry Always grew up out in the country Where there weren't always paved roads, it was dusty And more bumpy The days usually sunny Muggy And occasionally gusty Certain items left out in the elements turned rusty Forming a layer that was somewhat crusty Not yet have I played rugby Or sipped a double cup that...

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like passing kidney stones I have saved mine so I can brag on the little bastards…...

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Work, Sleep, Occassionally Eat. Live for the weekend and then repeat. Work, Sleep, Occassionally Eat is not a routine that I wish to keep, but I must make a living or I'll be out in the street, so I'll just keep working and sleeping and occasionally eat....

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occasionally there is a fire that runs through my veins that makes me slink into my slinky pants and imagine the lust that would show in your eyes but I fall onto my solemn couch with a million things to do in the backyard of my mind and I smell the tide of the...

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Fits of fancy windrifts blow tidbits chancy...abyss unknown bellowing sails mushroomed force following trails laid out in course Navigating distant stars alleviating lost afar charted seaways ripple past plumb line used as centered mast Scales to tip uneven flow weight to shift as whitecaps grow determined strength fast to hold adventures journey of the bold Occasional drift course askew from mighty winds above that blew challenges faced this sea...

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