Quotidian Poems - Poems about Quotidian

As long as they're slobs We have jobs...

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Quotidian (commonplace or ordinary) Written: by Miracle man October 19, 2020 I say this not intending to sound like some old cliché, but most things are quotidian that lurk in my day. I’ve never shown much interest in the latest scuttlebutt, my comfort zone has mostly been the bottom of a rut. I know lots of people but socializing isn’t my thing, I face...

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Desert dry living phoenix mythology bird lives 500 years Colorful like Raggiana bird of paradise brilliant red plumage; Fire makes ashes for a moment phoenix later rises Renewed from its ashes in bright colorful splendor. Desert holds Phoenix city hot Arizona and quail, Quotidian everyday walk to work cheered with sun; Somewhere phoenix person excellence model of perfection Rests in hearts of...

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I dream of magic lines but they elude me. Chapbook on acrylic tube palette, janus-faced cave in at the crack of dawn, crescent moonlight awnings turn to circus of the soul, images that colour dullard pages leave furrow on my hayrick haggard brow. Backwater sonnet form leaning towards some meadow compost rot. Ghost...

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bohemian rhapsody parades amidst greensward moored erupting profusely toward cerulean skies ushered with invisible rip cord this Earthling self assigned to an (elder) box office catbird seat - hoard ding a secluded nook upon premises of Highland (highly adored) Manor Apartments nestled ...

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This poem still mine Heavy as lead they say For me alone too weighty You too have to share it So take and keep The piece of your choice. It is the birth of my baby: Labour pain in deserted oasis. I scamper and caper on the hot sand Chanting my memories of real poetry. I was betrothed to this harsh reality And besought to feel...

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Standing before this refulgent pool of reflection Rhythm obviates the need for a new direction; Ocular atrocities; I view my deeds in serious light Cursed mortal, deigning his will in frantic flight. Quotidian lies have splendid colors in retrospect See them pass my way; artifices of hell I suspect, The mettle to steel myself from these horrid sights My request inside, my...

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