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we're counting...on you
now where did i put that fourth stanza?
is an acrostic quatrain a acrostrain or a quastic?
I wrote this poem back in 2007 under the pen-name UncomfortablyNumb for www.moontowncafe,.com - I most recently write under the pen-name Recovered and can be found at http://www.allpoetry.com.
I wrote this for my mother because she is in wheelchair and loves the garden, so every year I go out and plant her a small garden in the patio outside our front door, so she can sit in her chair and enjoy the perfume from the flowers.
this poem is about a poem a poet like myself would scribe.
it about all the things i know for sure which are all the things i'm not sure about
it brngs back mories of being nineteen sitting in The Walorf Astoria looking for the perfect mark. and i did!
this poem was inspired when i saw twenty two turkey buzzards gorging on the carcass of a dead cat..i have a 6 foot by 8 foot picture, it's beautiful....for copy contact feepoetry @att.net free offer
snow's a b*tch without a wake up shot!
DO NOT COP DOPE FROM PEOPLE LIKE ME
THIS IS THE REASON I CANNOT RETURN TO MY BELOVED NEW YORK CITY
I GUARANTEE NO ONE, OUT OF THIRTY BILLION GAZILLION people,HAS EVER MET ANYONE AS BENEVOLENT AND STRUNG OUT AS ALAN DeLACKNER---u were a bro and my wife still laughs when she stuffs a chicken--missya too much! (his mother banned me from funeral)
danny and i did sort of this...we robbed 1500 Valium and buried it where you had to jump off a moving train and know where it was buried. it was so cool to hear who the cops thought did it. Danny's dad was a Sgt. in the local precinct so Danny and i were eliminated as persons of interest....Danny died in my '67 fire engine red Chevy supersport back in '71
this poem is all about MR. TRAVIS IAN, COWBOYS AND INDIANS
because i had severe pain in my left arm and i'm all sweaty and out of breath, and my heart feels each pulse as painful
it's just that when the wind blows with a mindset to whip us ritually and reprehensibly it's hard to want to make love, no matter how sexy she is
it's just that when the wind blows with a mindset to whip us ritually and reprehensibly it's hard to want to make love, no matter how sexy she is
I DON'T REALY SEE ANY PARAKEETS DIE JUST CUZ PEOPLE WUD READ MY STUPH ~free!~
this is free's whatever he deems me de jour and i would just like you all to pray that tomorrow free wakes up anyone else except him again, that would be a favor for both of us Carrie Anne Perfection
people say "not my precious little laura" until it's their pecious little laura
this poem was written because someone dressed sort of like The Green Lantern held a gun to my head and threatened to waste my brain (hollow as it may be) if i didn't write this poem. OKAY BIG SHOTS, WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE? google water charity see what $20 can do thanks ~free cee!~
i wrote this because it is my belief that we are all doomed to hell, and heaven is going to go out of business due to bankruptcy!
because i was sitting under a weepig willow with my willowy woman next to me and we heard doves who knew she and i were in love and then one of them crapped on my lover's platinum blonde hair
I WAS THINKING ABOUT A TOY, A LOT OF YOU MUST REMEMBER THE ERECTOR SET, AND I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT MY HELICOPTER LOOKED MORE LIKE A PRAYING MANTIS. BUT AS IRONY WOULD HAVE IT I NOW DRIVE A SAKORSKY 142 FOR THE CONNECTICUT HIGHWAY PATROL....NO, I'M ONLY KIDDING, I JUST PLAY ONE ON T.V. ~free cee!~
I WAS MOVED TO WRITE THIS POEM IN HONOR OF HONORABLE MEN, AS FOR ME I AM ONLY VENERABLE (WHATEVER THE HELL THAT IS) ~free!~
THIS POEM IS ABOUT THE WORD ABOUT, I MEAN IF YOU SAY IT FAST 3,287 TIMES IT DOESN'T SOUND RIGHT
I JUST WANT HER TO SAVE SPARE CHANGE IN A COFFEE CAN SO WHEN I NEED BAIL IT WILL BE THERE, THAT'S ALLS I'M SAYIN'
ALL RIGHT...I LIED ABOUT THE PROFANITY, I'LL WORRY ABOUT MY MORALITY AND YOU WORRY ABOUT YOUR VANITY (NOT THE ONE IN THE REST ROOM)
FRET NOT I ONLY SAID THAT ABOUT BURYING ME BBCAUSE I NEED AN EXCUSE FOR HAVE 3 PEOPLE A NIGHT READ FROM 13-15 POEMS
come to think of it, when i left my wife after 26 arduous years i would have gone to prison but instead Denise rescued me WE ARE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE
YEAH, I MUST HAVE BEEN ABOUT FOUR OR FIVE AND JAMES DEAN WRITES ME TO REQUEST THAT I TEACH HIM HOW TO BE COOL. HEY, I'M SO COOL HOW COULD I SAY NO, BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE UN-COOL
because a ferocious looking black dog i heard in my head kept demanding "go write poem, go write home, oh, and the dog's nme was SAM and i hear tell, he had a son named Sam
THE MUSIC MADE ME DO IT i'm not kidding, the ghost of Lawrece Welk compelled me to write this so i did...i do everything larry tells me to do
That's as far as I got
this poem was written by a 63 year old man who have buried seven pshychiatrists who provided me with what i needed to reach 63,if i was careful
SAVIOR YEAH MY SAVIOR COMES IN GLASSINE ENVELOPES FOR TEN BUX A POP ON MARTIN LUTHER KING BLVD...THAT'S NO INSULT...EVEN THE GENIUS CHRIS ROCK SAID "IF YOU GET TO A NEW HOOD AND DON'T NO NOWHERE TO COP CRACK JUST GO TO THE NEAREST MARTIN LUTER KING BLVD.s IN EVERY CITY, TOWN OR PLANET
i can't tell you right now....a rich lady with blinders on is outside honking me to come down...i'll tell you some other time
BECAUSE THOSE PEOPLE NEED A HUG
because no one else but me knows what losing a lover is like, and only me
because i caught this here aardvark and it must be good fer sumptin'
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