Sorting Poems - Poems about Sorting

Written: December 15, 2023 _____________________________________________ It is undeniable that anguish prevails It hovers close to a lilting voice There are no strains to rejoice Once the beat soars, its genesis tweaks. Giving alms is obvious Beyond the ethics of the tithing ritual Coins jingle, evoking a sound A decrease in the supply of...

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Sorting skills help you find, Gold, Memories to hold, Jackets to keep out the cold, Places that are free of mould, Money that you fold, That makes the landlord less bold, Documents that put moving on hold. Maps that unfold, Pointing to treasures a sight to behold, Stories untold, About family members that begin to unfold, Leading to proof of lineage that is very old. If you...

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Where do I draw my bilateral line in a polycultural sandbox? In-between a merely personal traumatic severing excommunicating dispassionate divesting divorcing marginalizing loss and suffering event And a larger staged eco-political critical systemic potentially multi-generational traumatic climate event. Why does it feel important to distinguish, and perhaps discriminate personal from ecopolitical systemic trauma? Against an InsideEgo post-traumatic stress disordered biosystem And against an Outside EcoClimate post-traumatic stress Patriarchal/Capitalist disordered monoculturally fragile non-universal health and non-unitarian education eco-political unhealthy delivery...

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The sorting hat knew me well. I had a pet Basilisk and knew where they all dwell. I speak parcel tongue, but I do not like Malfoy I am waiting, barely breathing. The sorting hat is making all kinds of noise, like a raid Spitting and snorting, I close my eyes, afraid of the result You hate Malfoy? He screams,...

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Writing is a way to express my feelings It is considered a healthy way to vent Until or unless it makes someone uncomfortable Then you are crazy, or a troll, or a werewolf’s tongue or something When you are too honest, things can go awry, haywire, you can land head down, feet first. Do it anyway Spill your truth. Throw it out...

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Pirate Bart just made a good haul Celebrated with a big brawl Then pulled in to port His loot for to sort And then he made a booty call! 4-9-19 Pirate Themed Limerick Contest Sponsor: Tania Kitchin...

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I have seen hoarders. I need a refresher though. Today. Right now. As I decide to give up because this bedroom is too much for me. There has been a possible raccoon den in the corner for six or eight years. Today was the day I decided to tackle it, hoping not to find a beaver dam or a tiger den. ...

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I can understand why my pal has given up on this garage sorting. it is only 9:30 and I feel like we've been working on this for ten hours. I did not even get here until 8. I am giving up right now. Nothing could make me stay. This is a big mess, and I doubt I am that much help anyway. Oh,...

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Drained after an aftzernoon sleep, sweating like a failed lover. Not sure to have heard a voice that made...

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I work in fits The contents of my head dumps out Whatever comes out is me Good or bad it's still just me The contents of head dumps out I'll leave it to you to figure it out Good or bad it's still just me I wish it would come out steady...but I'll leave it to you to figure it out Whatever comes...

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words used as a wall hidden meaning to us all memories I recall poems that hold me thralled as I read some again from the start to the end not written for a friend but for love intended I've finally sorted out what we were all about and I still have some doubt that it could have all worked out...

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Bending, Grabbing, Sorting Chinese Laundry Chicago, 1970 In a storefront laundry on North Clark Street brown draperies release this quiet man who has my shirts. He smiles and bows-- how carefully he wraps them. ...

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My chest feels so heavy Or is it my heart The tears sit on eyelids I hope they don’t start The music plays classic The mood is so slow The songs are so saddened They touch on my sorrow I’m missing you badly I need you to hold If just for a moment So touching my soul I feel like escaping I need to get away I think when...

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