OK, time now for some really BAD poetry
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Sirens
Sirens
Call gently ‘gainst the salt encrusted breeze
And I
Too worn to question
Accept all promises
as given
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Dad
Scoffingly my father turned my opinions into dirt.
Then bragged about me behind my back.
And as we became friends
he reached out to me.
We did nothing much together
Until he was sick
when he cried for the first time
I knew he was human.
His last words to me: I love you.
I regret
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Alarm
Like a bitch who will not let me eat
The alarm awakens me
And rips my guts onto the floor
to dance in them.
"Soda?" she asks.
I fling a shoe at her
and she eats it.
2 Comments:
These poems are a lot better than you are giving yourself credit for. I like them. Sounds like now might be time to start writing some poetry again.
Well, thanks. I have a bunch of them, but these were the ones that caused me feel least sick to my stomach. :-)
Maybe it is time to write again. I'm older now, but not much wiser!
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