If Dick’s hypotenuse is hanging loose,
How would you square it with Mother Goose?
If you add ignorance to abject fear,
Will the sum of both be gender queer?
If Mary was born two years after Ray,
Would it matter if he was straight or gay?... – by Al BArtolis | 106 Views added 10 months ago
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Koans
Rhetorical questions that are a chore to unwind.
It’s more than a theory they are quite unkind.
How are these riddles supposed to expand your mind?
If they are glimpse of the... – by Al Bartolis | 0 Views added 2 months ago
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Fix My Life
Fix my broken life, in one fell swoop today.
Roll its time arc in a box, leaving it to stay.
Constrain it by confining it, deterring all dismay.
Then to the board on which to draw, and back to youth to play.
There’s been no... – by Al Bartolis | 50 Views added 3 months ago
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All is in Order
My sticky notes, don’t quite adhere,
Not the shark of sharpness, that is clear.
Of forgoing order, I have no fear,
I’ll drop the mike and have a beer.
Scribbled in a scanty, squirrel-like manner,
Plans go awry before... – by Al Bartolis | 43 Views added 4 months ago
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Impotent Vigils
The president’s lament is again for rent.
The gun control proposals came and went.
We just pray, posture, petition, and vent.
Trying to decide leaves us all so spent.
As we move toward the motives,
We implore a new... – by Al Bartolis | 49 Views added 9 months ago
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Nightmare
In bed lying belly flop, fetal, or flat on my back.
Old ghosts and new foes, seep into sleep and attack.
Spells on my sanity, please give it right back.
The fire of these nightmares is a slow burning black.
My sweating head can’t... – by Al Bartolis | 58 Views added 12 months ago
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Redundant Overkill
Decision makers
All is well arranged, and in impeccable order,
“According to expert analysis,” said the reporter.
The facts were documented, was the sentiment,
Overseen by accountants, with heavy... – by Al Bartolis | 57 Views added 1 year ago
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Off the Meds
I take meds when I’m sad, ingest them if I’m mad.
They settle down the nerves, sealed tight and iron clad.
They bristle back buffoons, and jokers by the score,
And tote away the angst, and anger... – by Al Bartolis | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Blind Date
Our loneliness may have sifted and settled.
We had it made before memories had mettled.
Once sweet mutual love was tender and soft.
But now a dark dependence keeps sorrow aloft.
On this date, we dare not go too deep.
... – by Albert Bartolis | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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