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  Sep 2019 Pragya Ranjan
Mike Hauser
I've come to the conclusion
That my life's a wreak
Poetry strewn all about
My house the biggest mess

So here I am in the middle of the den
In a pile of poetry on the floor
A desperate man with phone in hand
Since I can't seem to find the door

I call up a Psychic
I call up my Shrink
I call up the local Priest
To ask them what they think

They say there is no hope for me
Through the static on the phone
Right before they all hang up
I hear...boy you're too far gone

So I grab a hold my bootstraps
Pick my own self up
Determined to have this problem licked
With prayers and major luck

Starting in on this poetic clean
One thing that I found
I wrote on just about anything
That I had laying around

There was poetry on party napkins
On Chinese take out meals
Tiny poetry on tiny matchbooks
Even on banana peals

Poetry on the chandelier
Poetry on my cat Floss
Poetry on ***** dishes
I wrote with spaghetti sauce

Poetry on the mirrors
Smiling back at me
Poetry on Seinfeld
Across my T.V. screen

Poetry on the kitchen tile
That's never seen a mop
On the doors going in and out
And places I dare not look

I started cramming it all in boxes
Lining them up and down the halls
Soon had them in every room
3 feet deep and 8 feet tall

I made 15 trips to storage
The biggest one that I could find
Feeling now it's nice and safe
All packed tight, warm and dry

When it all was over
Feeling relief from that major chore
Set down in my den, took out my pen
And started writing more...
  Jul 2019 Pragya Ranjan
MarvelMe
What happened to your smile?
I'm feeling depressed
Can you stay a while?
I am not impressed
I must confess

I can't find a quest
I am not the best
I can't past the test

I am f*cking stressed
I can't get bed rest
You, I do detest

Is it God's mental test?
Am I just second best?

My love so suppressed
My love so unexpressed
I feel so dispossessed
I want to disconnect

I have so much regret
Can't get a day of rest

I am so depressed
10/9/2018
Like the poem's consistent rhyme scheme
Depressed is constant and overwhelming
  Jul 2019 Pragya Ranjan
Traveler
**** these violent black holes
Compressing each and every passing soul
****** through these eternities
By vacuums of unknowns

  On the other side where entropy awaits
There at the eventful horizon
Another big bang
At heaven's new gate

Hope is but a hypothesis
From an obsolete science book
Outdated in spirituality
Humanity is always
On the hook!
Traveler Tim
  Jul 2019 Pragya Ranjan
Cné
Cné
In my most desperate need
seek out a bush by a tree
rewarded with a rash on my rear end
relieving, with a squat, by poison ivy

No thank you, I will take a chance
in hopes of saving my ***
and hold it until I just can't
and avoiding a nasty rash
even if it means ....
I will possibly *** my pants

Temporal Fugue
*** the least of your worries
as your bladder will expand
making you make decisions
not all that good, or planned

So make your place
and keep your wits
bear, what you can stand
drop your drawers and hold your ****
and ***, as god, demands
Yes, these are very important issue to discuss among friends! **** seriously, it's not funny. # sarcasm
  Jul 2019 Pragya Ranjan
BungeeGum
That first time, those nerves erupting, sometimes no manifestation through body language , other times the tremors of the body so strong as if you are your own earthquake and the flood of sweat , each trickle flowing heavy like a steam

That first time, the excitement bubbling away , the new job ,school or whatever it is causing a fizzy sensation , like a coca cola bottle that has been shaked and as soon as it opens , it lets loose with no restraint

That first time , where you feel you should be perfect in your approach, possibly causing you to be overly serious and not entirely relaxing, since one hick-up you make renders you hot and flustered, forgetting you are human and that mistakes happen

That first time. with the marination of nerves , excitement and trying to be perfect mixed together, causing the birth of an unusual, unique, yet indescribable feeling, one that if you could taste, you really could not distinguish whether it was sweet or sour , but you would not want another taste

There is a first time for everything, sometimes you may feel like this, sometimes you don't, sometimes it is a quick momentary thing, other times it is the whole day, but hey, when it is over, you will be relieved since now you have gained at least a little experience
As usual i hope you enjoy
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