Short Too Much Information Poems

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Premium Member Word Play

The bare bear barely bamboozled beleaguered befuddled bystanders.
They’re there for a reason, I chastised the bear. 
Hoping their backpacks did not have food.
For we all know that this would be an overwhelming lure for a bear.
Especially a bare bear who briefly blows up butterfly balloons for busybodies.
I hope this is not too much information but I wanted you to be aware
Because there is not any more room


Premium Member Remembering the Special Times

I remember long ago the special times,
When my head swirled with clever rhymes
And now the old gray matter seems sluggish,
The years have added too much information
Stored up in fragile synapses that fire not
Like they did when I was young and fresh,
I remember long ago the special times
When my head swirled with clever rhymes,
I penned clever and intricate verses easily
While doing the daily chores--even napping.


written June 24, 2021

Premium Member We Used To Be Friends

We used to be friends
but we had a falling out.
We got back together
and had a great time.
For two years, 
got married.
Got along another year.
Messy split.
Divorce.
Anger on both sides
Saw each other at funerals.
Did not speak.
Twenty years later found each other again
at a family wedding
Too much liquor
Too much information
Too much laughter.
We both got scolded when we got home
by our angry spouses, neither
understanding 
That we used to be friends.

Tunnel Vision

Tunnel vision does apply
When someone’s really sick.
Just try to change the topic – 
Nothing else, you’ll find, will stick.

Prepare to hear a litany
Of symptoms and of cures,
While thinking all the while you’re glad
Those problems aren’t yours.

Of course, you’re sympathetic
To another’s aggravation,
But sometimes you’re bombarded with
Just too much information.

You listen and you nod your head,
Relieved when you must go
And pray that you will never share
Your own account of woe.
Form: Rhyme

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