Cracks, Nicks, 'n Chips: A Breaking Up Poem

Cracks in the

crystal,

nicks on the

plate,

chips in the

porcelain;

all signs it’s

too late.

Too much

has been

broken

beyond all

repair;

things marked

fragile,

you chose

to not

handle

with care.

With the hump

gone from

Humpty,

I see nothing

left to do,

but

take the t-y

from

Dumpty,

and get rid

of you.

Cracks in the

crystal,

nicks on the

plate,

chips in the

porcelain;

have all sealed

your fate.

~gj duerrschmidt

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Jannifer

Things that used

to touch her body,

must now be

fragrance free;

scented candles,

sprays, and incense,

are things of

history.

Her world’s

hypoallergenic,

with acquired

sensitivities;

caring, giving,

loving,

her main

proclivities.

A flower child

of the sixties,

she’s sixty-

something now;

playfully

hippie energetic,

still turning heads,

like, wow!

Some flowers

never lose

their beauty,

no matter how

much time’s

been spent;

they emit the

sweetest fragrance,

of a spirit

heaven sent.

~gj duerrschmidt

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More Stubborn than My Pen is

Nothing feels more perfect

than holding it in my hand;

tap it down, twirl it around,

stroking it to beat the band.

So rigid against my fingers,

ready to pump creative juice;

tap it down, twirl it around,

I can’t wait to churn it loose!

My head is full of fantasies,

yet nothing seems to come;

tap it down, twirl it around,

I’m beginning to feel numb.

Not even mental lubrication

from a muse seems to work;

tap it down, twirl it around,

let it rest, you stubborn jerk!

~gj duerrschmidt

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Life's Sweet Moments

Amid life’s

suffering, pain,

and sorrow,

disappointment,

bitterness,

and regret;

come

sweet moments

worth

remembering,

but so

short lived,

we soon forget.

~gj duerrschmidt

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What? Me Jealous?!

Oh, to be young, hung,

and beautiful,

so pleasing to the eyes;

everyone wants a sniff,

a taste, and to

go between your thighs.

You don’t have to have

great brilliance,

or outgoing personality

to get laid;

only to be young, hung,

and beautiful.

Bitch, you got it made!

~gj duerrschmidt

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Gettin' [God Blessed] Lucky (or, Four Play)

Landed ass first

on the floor;

when I went

to roll over.

[You what?]

Must’ve gotten

drunk, naked,

and decided

to sleep over.

[Sleep?]

Three other bare

butts in bed?

Did we orgy,

over ‘n over?

[Hello?!]

God, I need

water 'n aspirin;

been beaten 'n 
trampled over.

[Quit your bitchin', boy!

 There's lots more
luck to come

from this 
four-leaf clover!]

 ~gj duerrschmidt

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On a Roll

Drinking

a

reheated cup

of  

yesterday’s

black coffee,

eating

a cold chunk

of

an Alfredo

bread bowl.

Today

I may do

something,

or

not do a

damn thing;

perhaps

write

bad poetry,

‘cause 

that’s how

I roll.

~gj duerrschmidt

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