Museful Mornings: Pre-Pandemic Poetry (#7)

By Geoffrey Dean


Threesomes

got rear-ended
honor defended
license suspended

ladies befriended
here’s how it ended
life upended

Museful Mornings: Pre-Pandemic Poetry (#6)

By Geoffrey Dean







Flood Warning

Near the banks of the northernmost reaches of the Mississippi

Birds time their song to the drum of incessant rain.

The thrill of settling near this storied waterway is

Drowned out by current concern: how well do rivers drain?

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(5/18/2019)

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Museful Mornings: Pre-Pandemic Poetry (#5)

By Geoffrey Dean


Symphonic Gr8ness

Mahler 8 is simply great –
What a way to celebrate,

Even with trumpeters who feel the need

To blast your ears until they bleed.

Museful Mornings: Pre-Pandemic Poetry (#4)

By Geoffrey Dean


Slipped Up

I slipped in the shower once upon a time

From a major buildup of bathtub slime.

Moral is, I could have written “grime”

And who’ve cared – it’s still a rhyme.

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(5/16/2019)

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Museful Mornings: Pre-Pandemic Poetry (#3)

By Geoffrey Dean


Definitions

Gritted too fierce – tooth chipped.

Stretched too far – pants ripped.

Turned too much – screw stripped.

Bird on branch – talons gripped.

Wit too sharp – one-liners quipped.
Thirst too strong – slurped, not sipped.
Psychedelic – on acid tripped.
Kitchen puddle – faucet dripped.
Sudden wealth – generously tipped.
Expedited – already shipped.
Invisible – unnoticed, skipped.
Nails too long – get them clipped!
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(5/16/2019)

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Museful Mornings: Pre-Pandemic Poetry (#2)

By Geoffrey Dean


Laying Low

Snuggled soundly in your grave,

No more need to wash and shave,

Chucking foods you know you crave.

Now you’re free to misbehave.

No more need to pay the rent,
Blast your quads or get a stent,
Regret the gaffes you couldn’t prevent,
Or mourn the money you made and spent.

You’ve begun a brand new phase,
Laying low in languorous laze,
Boxed up in formalde-haze,
Wiling away your deathful days.
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(6/24/2019)

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Museful Mornings: Pre-Pandemic Poetry (#1)

By Geoffrey Dean


Meaning-Less

Some poems are a crime
For the sake of a rhyme—
Total waste of time
And not worth a dime.

Words strung along
In vacuous song
For an imagined throng
To sing all wrong.

Rhyming come easy
Makes me queasy,
Sounds so cheesy—
Doesn’t even please me.

That rhyme didn’t work—
Now wipe off the smirk.
It’s time to shirk
This line of work.
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(6/24/2019)

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