Poems
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“Jim and the Terrible Think-So Machine”(A whimsical caution, in a Seuss-ish scene) By: Emmitt Owens (Index #04062026) In a town not too far, not too loud, not too grim,Lived a Think-So Machine in the mind of young Jim.It whirred and it clicked, it assumed and it guessed,And it always told Jim that he knew what… Read more
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Elio lives in a box, feeling isolated despite helping others who visit him for support. He provides comfort but longs for genuine connection and acknowledgment beyond his role as a fixer. Elio grapples with loneliness and self-awareness, yearning for someone to understand and engage with him personally. Read more
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Cocaine CarolineBy: Emmitt Owens—Buzzard Dust, 2012(Index #2012) We all knewWhat it’d doWhen I took those shots with you…We both passed out onto the floor. And I didn’t know what to sayWhen you said your love or my cocaineSo I said “what the hell”And began to drink away. When I took that blow up my noseI… Read more
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Growth: How We Turned Forever into Something BetterBy Emmitt Owens(2480 Roasting Words of Celebration, 29 Years After the Marriage… the 17th Year of Divorce.) Index #0213226 Seesha,I love that we could orchestrate this whole roast week together – celebrating what would’ve been our 29th wedding anniversary and our 17th year of divorce at the same… Read more
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The Fuzzy-Headed X’sBy: Emmitt Owens[A Whimsy Poem Inspired by my own ADHD](Index #12022025) In the Land-of-Wait-What-Was-I-Doing-Again,Lived a Fuzzy-Head X (they’ve forgotten since when).Each morning they wake with their goals burning bright:“Today I’ll stay focused! I’ll get it all right!” They’ll start buttering toast—but the toaster looks dusty—so, they search for a cloth—but the cloth is… Read more
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The Glorious Glitchbbrains of Who-Did-I-Do?By: Emmitt Owens(Index #12062025) In the kingdom of Blameless-Beloo,live the Glorious Glitchbbrains of Who-Did-I-Do?They twirl through their stories with confident skips,while dropping their memories like popcorn and chips. They once swapped a heart for a moment of thrill —with a stranger whose name they misplaced on a sill.“Oh fiddlesticks! Who WAS… Read more
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PongA Multisyllabic, Whimsy, Stream of Consciousness Rhyme This is a poem/song about my inherited 70s culture through my father.By: Emmitt Owens(Index #01062026) [Verse 1]I woke up in a laundromat of thoughts, quarters arguingDryers gossip in Morse code, socks filing grievancesI sip a cup of yesterday’s rain with paper umbrellasWhile the sun clocks in late, wearing… Read more
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The Me-Me-Me MonstersBy: Emmitt Owens(Index #12042025) In a town near the Valley of Didn’t-You-Know,Lived folks who were stars of their own one-man shows.They’d puff up their chests with a me-me-me boom,Till they sucked every ounce of attention in rooms. They’d never ask questions like “How was your day?”For that would mean listening — what? No… Read more
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The Ballad of the Perfect PotatoExistential/Psychological/Systems HorrorBy: Emmitt Owens(Index #12272025) Look at my spud, so pristine and so round,Perfectly shaped, not a blemish or brown,Grows exactly on schedule, never strays from the row,But ask what it dreams of? Man, I just don’t know. See, I had a vision, a masterful plan,Gonna cultivate me the world’s… Read more
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“Exhale”Part III of a three-part fictional character study examining miscommunication, intrusive thought, and self-reflection.The Truth Behind The InkBy: Emmitt Owens (Index #01042026) [Verse 1]You know, I didn’t write “SEEN” ’cause I lived it—that ain’t me,I wrote it ’cause I witnessed what unchecked pain can be,Dudes who turn rejection into Reddit threads and spite,So I sketched that… Read more
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