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Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker

(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

balloons of old helium

if you want to leave this table
you had better clean your plate
it does not matter what, in the past,
you claim to have ate

the melting one does not claim to relate
but here we are
without a meaning at a quarter to eight
with nothing but idea and hope for health can I sate
there is an solid disposition that I plan to debate
no other person can before me ever openly hate
and with a system like to barter can I planning to slate
within the cavern of your heart is the the meaning of 'great'
and like so many blocks of holiness will happiness rate
when you see me next I hope you will not try to berate
my choice to find the minds who swell themselves
and with logic deflate

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