Short Addle Poems

Cauliflower, coal dust, coriander, cumin
These are all the things you need 
To make your baby human
Eat in moderation, and remember please refrain
From exceeding Daily limits
Or you’ll addle baby’s brain...

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Cauliflower,  coal dust, coriander, cumin
These are all the things you need 
To make your baby human
Eat in moderation, and remember please refrain
From exceeding Daily limits
Or you’ll addle baby’s brain...

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Fed-up folks donned bearskins and hibernated
  Woke up twenty years later, a bit addle-pated
    They figured they'd outlived the worst
    But on their devices a blurb so terse
  Vote for Ivanka, she's expiated; unlike Hunter, who's dissipated...

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P-addle your own canoe, 
A-ugust nineteenth Saturday; 
U-se your independence, 
L-et your weakness fade away. 

A-s you paddle your own canoe, 
S-how the world that you can; 
U-nder the wide blue sky, 
N-ever ask help from any man. 
C-rossing the running river 
I-s your own breakthrough; 
O-pen your mind to initiative, 
N-ow paddle your own canoe....

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wild flowers jubilate 
        along country roads
           that they prettify;

     yellow radiance here,
        red exuberance there
           pleasantly petrify

     bleary, blood-shot eyes
        of smog-dazed urbanites
           needing to purify

     thoughts and dreams
        that city life and strife
           addle and putrefy....

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Your racing bike is broken with a bad derailleur.
   I look back at my life and admit it’s a failure.
   If a daft old hen laying scrambled eggs, so sad, can, 
   Then I will concede that I’m an addle-brained madman. 
Like a leafless tree holding a kite frame skeleton, 
Your arms and my legs are no stronger than gelatin. 
   As an eagle whose threadbare wings will no longer fly, 
   It’s time now for me to find a quiet place to die....

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I'm bored and there's relief from it
that's just the way I feel
my eyes are addle I admit
a plight I won't conceal

Listlessness is visible
this is the reason why
this town's a mirrored tinsel
with a platinum color dye

You're jaded and mishandled
and your insights all but bleak
your voice is clearly stifled
I tune it out each time you speak

Maybe I need to leave the suburbs
with lawns of fake green hues
oblivious to rounded curbs
I dream of urban views...

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