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*”but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.”* Charles Bukowski <><> wit and wisdom, wit and wisdom, even our sardonic god, yeah, pro-nouns, Them/Hymn, and and his sourpuss sounding humor, (N.B. humming human humor) employed by Mr. Bukowski smiled at this pointy scabbard riposte Bukowski as his “stealth” beard~writer, for when god wanted to make his point ***** & drily in a pointy way ~~ and that pointed barb, a point well taken directly into into any egotistical poet’s defibrillating Hamlet heart,’ <> well **** me, it it is not a prime example of: bleak humor, subtlety in a most conversational style apparently god was a complainer too, but, and, nice! a pretty good poet~picker (pick me! pick me! oh well, maybe next time…)
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Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 3:19 AM UTC
WIT. /but as god said WISDOM.
I have said all I had to say And have done all I had to do All that remains are nights and days That all are one shade and hue Each strike of my pencil on paper Is an etch on the skin of my time Each addition of salt or of pepper Is a sigh to the mountains unclimbed I have poured all my blood into rivers And have drank from the death of all things All that cometh has now been delivered That all things should be found within Each thing that I do now henceforth Is a ripple still fading away Each word that I send south or north Is a step that has sunk into clay
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Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 8:53 AM UTC
I have said
you said it anyway, sending me into a spiral. i didn't need to know that you can see my back rolls when i wear a smaller shirt. but you told me anyway. i didn't need to know that
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Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 8:48 AM UTC
rough version of a poem #3
Old promises. Sweetly said Promises. Sweetly said; In midair: A refrain: We do what soulmates do, and—on with life. …How many poets are gone…? Tons. ©2025Ellen Finn
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Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 2:29 PM UTC
God's Refrain:
I almost said what my heart cries, Every night, with covered blinds. My heart bleeds every day. Wishing one day you hear it play, The music hurts, but it is chosen to be played. Every night the cold embrace, Hoping one day it won't feel the same. But every word I strive to speak, Is defeated by the utter weak.
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Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 11:25 PM UTC
Almost said it, but the silence won...
FPOTD: 10/23/25 7:05am Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But since no one was listening, everything must be said again. —André Gide <><><> Preface ---- stumble in the old-man-manner, a long sleep full of unremembered dreams, my watch happily informs nmI is, was, am. 'fully rested' after a wonderful evening of Mediterranean  delicacies,   and Dance, French ballet dancers exquisite, who mold their bodies in homage to gravitation, but more on that in a later "episode' let's us re~rebellion re-begin: ~~~~~ Po<>em stumble in the old-man-manner, grab my tablet and helloooooo,oooo, am greeted by the above, Les Mots d'André Gide(1) before eye opened, before my elixir of Caribbean mixture, this hard slap of wr but dryly, words, naively knocks me, totters me, and before I read on further, the composition stretches my mind, to confess, to admit, to knowing that you and I have long silently all (along) have known this, "Everything that needs to be said has already been said." and yet we write; we, by the mega~thousands come to homage ourselves, using words, presumably sequentially never prior ever~uttered, and a grizzled unshaven face, his father~confessor, his bathroom mirror, e-mocks me-with kindly grace, that we should (n)ever have had that peculiar thought, n(ever ever) pass through our brains... and the courage to cease, thus to please, is right here - right now, beggar my thoughts to go elsewhere, in embarrassed silent priv-a-see, and you can say, Amen and ponder it yourself and power on through it in wheee, (3) shame and glee, and write on, unjustifiably, but on (and on), moreover-endlessly, trying for our own originality, somehow despite, even Andre yup, him too, this verily same thought was written thousands years before by the Psalmist, The Preacher, the King Solomon, and taught to me as a young boy, in that poet's native tongue, Hebrew, "there is nothing new under the sun"^                                                                                          <nml>
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Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
"Everything that needs to be said has already been said..."
FPOTD: 10/23/25 7:05am Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But since no one was listening, everything must be said again. —André Gide <><><> Preface ---- stumble in the old-man-manner, a long sleep full of unremembered dreams, my watch happily informs nmI is, was, am. 'fully rested' after a wonderful evening of Mediterranean  delicacies,   and Dance, French ballet dancers exquisite, who mold their bodies in homage to gravitation, but more on that in a later "episode' let's us re~rebellion re-begin: ~~~~~ Po<>em stumble in the old-man-manner, grab my tablet and helloooooo,oooo, am greeted by the above, Les Mots d'André Gide(1) before eye opened, before my elixir of Caribbean mixture, this hard slap of wr but dryly, words, naively knocks me, totters me, and before I read on further, the composition stretches my mind, to confess, to admit, to knowing that you and I have long silently all (along) have known this, "Everything that needs to be said has already been said." and yet we write; we, by the mega~thousands come to homage ourselves, using words, presumably sequentially never prior ever~uttered, and a grizzled unshaven face, his father~confessor, his bathroom mirror, e-mocks me-with kindly grace, that we should (n)ever have had that peculiar thought, n(ever ever) pass through our brains... and the courage to cease, thus to please, is right here - right now, beggar my thoughts to go elsewhere, in embarrassed silent priv-a-see, and you can say, Amen and ponder it yourself and power on through it in wheee, (3) shame and glee, and write on, unjustifiably, but on (and on), moreover-endlessly, trying for our own originality, somehow despite, even Andre yup, him too, this verily same thought was written thousands years before by the Psalmist, The Preacher, the King Solomon, and taught to me as a young boy, in that poet's native tongue, Hebrew, "there is nothing new under the sun"^                                                                                          <nml>
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i hoped you would change just a bit i was naive to think it would stick you said you would get better if i stayed but you never gave me space to think i watched you drink on anti depressants i watched you smoke joint after joint i wondered if you were happy here or just filling a void? i wondered if love was founded here or something you avoid you said you didn’t like me burn and then ice me you said you loved me but your words aren’t sufficing
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Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 7:27 AM UTC
Suffice
Lately all I've been writing is Untitled. Bits and pieces without a name. I never quite know what to call anything anymore. I write through stained fingers and I can't seem to hit send. Untitled. It haunts me, staring back at me with judgement. A million feelings and I can't conjure a couple to put in that slot. It's a lot. I can't seem to gather a couple words to send you a message. I don't know what to put there. I don't know what to say. I don't know why. We may as well be a stars distance away, in this silent box of never-said. Everything just comes out Untitled.
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Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 8:59 AM UTC
Untitled
~For Mr. Lawrence Hall~ <> you absolutely sure? Now for sure I'm no expert, though did read the New Testament Cover to cover, all in one sitting, for a Jesuit priest buddy, yes my taste in friends is Eclectic, like my poems, slightly at the fat tail of an Abnormal curve, i.e. turn my curse into a blessing, Anyway, it strikes me that Jesus, spent his time, full-time, Solving for X, and showed quIte an imaginative thought/belief process, And great creativity, To obtain his answers... Hoping I'm offending no one...unintentional for sure, he is a Heroic figure, kind and forgiving, what's not to like? But he solved problems, multi variate, non linear, imaginatively, Never threw  in the towel on the truly complex, though., he never perceived himself as a mathematician, indeed his life was eXactly That, solving humanity for the X, the humanity in us, So yeah,  he didn't just say solve for X, He just went about his day, solving solving solving... salving, salving...
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Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 5:26 PM UTC
Jesus never said, "Solve for X."
Some times I feel like A villain on the power rangers So out of control that I cannot help but feel like I am a monstrous Ramage As I walk around I feel like a ******* Of a disaster and I seem to cause The chaos but I could not be anything But a gifted mess and that is walking around. Though this I say Even cryptids seem to have more Control over their ******* emotions. I am just talking out of my emotions Or there is water to what I say. I Find that I have to fond away to deal with The green eyed monster and combat it. Though it is ******* hard at times. As I feel like an exploding balloon i feel nothing but chaos of wanting to pop. This idea that there someone out there for everyone obviously Never met Me
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Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC
Power rangers
I am the one Who is least in convenience Don't judge me if I am wrong just say my decision isn't strong drag me out of the world of gut which makes my words to shut precision and think more seems myself as lost flavour just add me sweetness of ur shore and be saver of my insite core my every fell stay as a pending bill unexpressiveness of sell took place of becoming more well
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May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 1:20 AM UTC
Introvert says
did not know what i said but i sure enjoyed it
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Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 8:05 PM UTC
personal 24/10/26b
my skin burns like dry ice being branded by the history -of every mistake I’ve ever made “when does it end?” “where does it stop?” if it’s forever hang it around me like a noose put me out of my agony -this suffocation is unbearable.
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Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 6:28 PM UTC
Antique Heartbreak
For this love she said to, "wait on me" Despite my heavy heart, love don't put your weight on me. The long wait has a heavy weight
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Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 12:15 PM UTC
Weight of wait
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, this number keeps haunting me---nice:] spaced in faze spaced in shock waiting for the hit of the clock upon us jaded in here scattered in there falling deeply into depths of despair piles of threes and stashes in seven still unspoken fourteens into the floors and walls of the magnificent heavens count of one then a skip of a spree down into curses of minutes in a bunch of twisted twenty threes ------ravenfeels
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Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 6:26 PM UTC
23:23
when i am silent and say nothing it is because, there is nothing to be said or nothing of value worth saying, look into my eyes they say all i need to and how much need be said for things we both know or do you just want to hear them aloud so we can both revel in it relishing the sorrow we both wrought
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Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 2:16 PM UTC
When I Am Silent
Hello, said he Hello, said she May I, said he What, said she Talk to you, said he Umm, said she Do you know, said he What, said she Beautiful you, said he Yes, said she And, said he What, said she You vibe familiar, said he hehe, said she Stay blessed, said he You too, said she 🤐 Silent, was she Silent, was he Ego won Thinks he Congratulations Wished he All the best Said he Anonymous, then he Anonymous, then she
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Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 9:57 PM UTC
In the similar vein
Hello, said he Hello, said she May I, said he What, said she Talk to you, said he Umm, said she Do you know, said he What, said she Beautiful you, said he Yes, said she One more thing, said he What, said she You vibe awesome, said he idk, said she Stay blessed, said he You too, said she 🤐 Silent, was she Silent, was he Ego won Thinks he Congratulations Wished he All the best 💝 Said he Anonymous Then he
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Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 3:59 AM UTC
In the similar vein
what are we even doing? I can't promise you anything I'm leaving, I have to do this I've never been on my own before and I want to see if I can do it I can't be what you want me to be if it's meant to be it's meant to be I saw your doppelgänger at the bar last night it's not that I don't want to see you, it's just that I don't have time I would say we should grab a beer and catch up but I'm only in town for a little bit and my family comes first you could've reached out to me too you know you have my number, I don't understand why you stopped talking to me?
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Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 9:55 AM UTC
she said
I should have told you to go to hell a long long time ago When you first exaggerated how much we owed Dance around subject because I dislike confrontation Could've been straightforward and skipped speculation Instead we are just covering up resentment with a mask Of words we don't care enough to ask There will never be a convenient time or place Never get to express annoyance to your face When fate gives the trauma you deserve You'll need to eat the plate of pain served But we left room faster than expected You were trying Flaws numerous and neglected I would look for a way to change if I were you If you're up to it A lengthy list to review I will squint and quiet the thoughts in my head The best proof that some words should be said
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Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 1:13 AM UTC
Go To Hell
Some days I lie in bed Over come by A sense of dread Lips trembling But nothings to be said Mind tries to get up But my feet are bricks of lead Breaking point is near My hearts already dead
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Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 4:30 PM UTC
My Hearts Already Dead
I have said all that's to be said, And you have listened, And I have listened, To the end, gaining what? Our words are co-absurd, Inexpressive turds of information, Dung heap of nonsense, Good will with perfect enunciation, But crawling with itch, twitch and head-nod, In place of mutual understanding, A babelmist of manners and small talk, In which we are umbrella-less, Soggy with positivity, But it's for the best, I guess, Have a good day, till tomorrow then? Finally! Until, tomorrow, we say it all over again.
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Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 1:56 PM UTC
Babelmist
the words i put out can't be said out loud but would they even make sense to you.. would they? if i were to write something about you.. would you even know that the words mean more than just meaningless sentences on a page.. would you even try to figure it all out.. or would you say nice things just to say them cause you wouldn't actually understand these words that i put out for you.. would you?
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Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
would you even understand?
you said you'd wait for me, because you don't want anyone else, now that we spoke, will you still wait?
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Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC
will you?
I itch to find the right words, so as not to come off all messy and absurd yet a lot of oppositions exist even before a word or two all these words remain unsaid just as how it used to; reserve your wit, reserve your advice, reserve all your chaos, because sometimes words come off as swords when all emotions and thoughts come off unfathomed and cluttered. IA
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May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 3:51 PM UTC
so much is said in the unsaid