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The darkness in my nostrils

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The sandy beach before me

The hot sun on my back

My nostrils flare my heart pounds

All around me beach fun sounds

But not in my nose, only darkness

For there is no way for light to get into my sinuses

No sunscreen can reach

I’m ok with that

I’m ok with that

I’m ok

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Cheese grater of awareness

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Ouch! That kinda hurt!

And then I noticed

a drop of blood

fall on my shirt

Out of my daze

I woke up saying

“Gotta pay attention to

the cheese I’m grating”

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Hamper with a smell

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It’s laundry day and I’m upset

My thoughts are filled with only regret

Tacos and chili I ate with anger

No prize in box did I appear to get

I made a mess to display my rage

And when I got home I simply changed

But my hamper sat all day in the sun

“This is not going to be fun”

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Large possum on the clock

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I can’t read the time

It’s gettin so late

I don’t know why

This has become my fate

A fuzzy animal is holding on

With little paws and tail

I try the left and right

To no avail

Stupid possum on the clock

I do not like his kind

For he doesn’t know

We are on daylight saving time

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The darkness in my nostrils

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The sandy beach before me

The hot sun on my back

My nostrils flare my heart pounds

All around me beach fun sounds

But not in my nose, only darkness

For there is no way for light to get into my sinuses

No sunscreen can reach

I’m ok with that

I’m ok with that

I’m ok

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Slowly I hesitate to talk

For the darkness is consuming

The aloneness of my anger

Instills a yearning to purchase a larger less constricting bathing suit.

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The darkness

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The darkness is all around me

I’m alone in my thoughts

My speedo constricting and tight

I yearn for your company

No more shall I see the light

Sadness grasps my confident voice

I’m so constricted by this speedo

Like a rubber band tight, it leaves a mark.

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I gaze at the poodle

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My face is sweaty with a grin

I place my back pack in the bin

A large distraction on my face

But when will we get to fully embrace?

I focus on your eyes and doodle

For all I see is an angry poodle

No more questioning my whiskers

I’m one of those big riskers

Now I shall rest my head

For a poodle on my face is wed

He’s kind of heavy and he’s attached

For it’s me who’s the one that’s catched

Snarling at my face in the tight closed space

It’s not a race it’s a disgrace, my face

Or have I just shaved this animal to its base?

No. I can’t. For I have no treats. I have no tricks. Go away and pet your own face.

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Anger eyebrows

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All around the mall

Everywhere eye brows

I see them lookin at me with their angry eyebrows

Like a V, Like a V Like a V

All around the mall

Eye brows

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Anger squint

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I squint in disgust at your actions

My friend you are a fool

I try and tell you that your wrong

And that you are a tool

But your gaze is at your calculator

And i really don’t know why

Perhaps you need to learn arithmetic

And stare into the microwave and fry

I think I’ll feel much better

When you learn the ropes

And learn to count your chickens

Before they start to boast

#poetry

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Breakfast

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I eat the pancakes

I eat the bacon

I eat the sunny side eggs

I drink my coffee

But what of the French toast?

It’s not for you. It’s not for me.

It’s for the host, the toast

I coast the most, dont mean to boast.

#poetry #breakfast

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My spatula my dear friend

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My spatula my dear friend

A pick me up not much to spend

Scrape the Teflon on my plate

You are the best- you are my fate

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Raccoon face

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They call me raccoon face

I’m angry at your gaze

My whiskers are real my eyes glare

By perhaps a kind word you might want to spare?

I’m not a raccoon, I’m not an animal

But my face betrays my humble gaze.

Alone I sit here and claw at my environment

For my tail is wildly uncontrollable- bent

Tomorrow I enter my childhood den

I want to be ready for the chase

#poetry #raccoon #angry

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Alone

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Alone I sit here

A vast expanse of pain before me

Behold a small angry Yellowjacket friend

He comes to keep me company

Alas I wipe the sweat from my brow

I flex my muscular chest and wrap it up with my Gucci towel

Tomorrow I await the nest…

#poetry #wasp #alone #depressed #workout #bee #dont mess with wasps

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“I love donuts.” I said to myself as I washed down a jelly donut with some coffee. I then grabbed a chocolate sprinkled donut and placed it in my mouth. Before I was able to chew it started to dissolve in its own with just saliva and the power of gravity.

“I love donuts.” I said again to myself. Only 99 more to go..

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The toaster buzzed with smoke. Tiny flashes of light came out behind the smoke screen. “Ding!” .

“Oh! My bagels are done!” I exclaimed with a please giddy look on my face. I opened the door and looked inside. A thick haze rolled out over the counter as the toaster door opened. That’s when the bagel became visible: it was toasted just as I like it. “Let me put some cream cheese in that”.. Mmm

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The large rabid raccoon pounced on his face with a snarling toothy greeting. From the back he looked normal but from the front he had an animal on his face. It was a reminder never to climb into an animals lair and “shake it up”..

I’d only he listened. If only he had not had the stench of barbecue sauce still all over his shirt from the contest. The spicy friendship has turned into a painful attack vector for the rabid animal. But Bruce knew what to do. He grabbed his face and ran to the barrel and dunked his whole head underwater. He was free, for now.