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Love Poem Generator

I was trawling the internet yesterday and came
across the Love Poem Generator
I thought, disgusted, you can’t generate a love poem
it’s like having sex and calling it generating a baby
you’re taking all the passion out of it.

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My Love Affair With Poetry

Nights when I’m alone,
Icy wind flittering through the window,
The absent warmth of love echoing in my empty room,
I have frequent love affairs with poetry.
Its pulsating words gush themselves out on the white blank page,
It caresses my every emotion,
Sending me reeling through a torrent of multiple ecstasy,
I scream with release as every unhinged secret is documented rhythmically, 
After, subdued by unthinkable shame,
I stash it away with the refreshing slide of a closed drawer,
I light up a cigarette and lie within the sheets like a film star,
I am who I choose to be,
Husband rings, why don’t I answer the phone?
I’m having an affair with poetry.

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Have You Ever Loved Someone So Much You'D Cut An Arm Off For Them

Literally cut off an arm for them
                 shrivelling white bone protruding, screaming from the pale flesh
The ultimate expression of honey, darling, sweetheart
   and wonder.
Floating like cannonballs, just dying
 batteries. No more  struggling, flailing legs.
Excitedly scribbling next to me 
   a feeling like jeans upon your touch    or fresh toast
crisp yet damp.
  I’d just like to shake you. Rattle the bones beneath your
skull, maybe even kill a few brain cells if I feel like it 
   and where have they taken you, claiming you
but not my legs and arms. Perhaps I do not wonder enough 

Dangling on the edge of the world,
You do not forsake those offering solace
   Rather you slice and cut until the edge of the world ends 
And becomes your very own playground.
 Then you need not worry,
   but had better bloody worry.
After all it’s what makes you, and us, human.

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Death, His Friend He Must Embrace

Back bent,
Spine protruding from withered figure,
His face a creeping shadow,
Scattering, revealing pale ghost beneath,
Breathing eerier croaks from dark fathoms within,
Lips parched,
A bumpy mess of scales,
His eyes dug deep within the shrivels of his face,
Reflecting with joy his distant youth,
Quivering lost paper in wind,
As those lips part one final time,
No one listens to his great last words,
Expecting him to quietly slip away with grace,
Death his friend he must embrace.

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Ode To Power

See your flowers bloom,
And those of sweet children cut,
Small hands and fingers grasp,
The highest of the heavens last.
Pools of darkness,
For light has been let go,
Too much to ponder in their wondrous light,
It best be in darkness we bestow. 
Upon your righteous views,
I held your head up high,
For what can I bid myself to do? 
Up entwined in clouds above the sky. 
You see not my powers capability,
But see me for all you think I am,
Omnipotent is true as day,
But benevolent be damned.

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Old

In time that it is present
I can feel
What? I feel the breath that seeps right through
my veins and blood.

The utter whisper of innocence
Without the compulsory echo of condescending do-gooders.
However when I do suffer
and bones ache like swollen doors
I wish to re-live sweet sickly infant.

To pack my mouth with grinding sugary confections
To neglect to brush my teeth soon after
To run regardless of the pain
And spring out to stranger the mocking tongue of youth.
I wish to mock
philanthropist, pompous, arrogant human.
I want to cycle in the battering rain
Whilst screaming echoed breaths in the wind brash wind.

Just before I die
I want to live again.

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Chair

I have legs,
I have arms,
I am still, so still,
I am a chair.

No one has ever named me anything but chair,
I’ve never really wondered why,
I know my purpose,
I am used for human comfort.

I sit, they sit,
They lean, fidget,
Two or maybe three will sometimes squeeze,
In between my outstretched arms.

I once fell in love,
Yes I can feel such emotion,
I knew her name,
But not mine, don’t you think that’s strange?

They called her something beautiful,
Far more beautiful than chair,
They called her sofa,
If chairs could have children, I’d have named one sofa.

She sat staring at me,
She moved in opposite to me, 
I know I’ve said this before,
But she was stunning.

She never said a word,
And then one day she went,
If chairs could cry,
I would have.

I once asked myself,
Where do I come from?
I believe I came from somewhere outside these four walls,
Somewhere amazing.

Perhaps something created me,
I love that something,
Just like I loved sofa,
I thank them for giving me life.

Even if it is as a chair.

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Pancakes On a Sunday Morning

He kicked the chair beneath his feet
  Freeing himself
Forever in motion
  Forever elevated
Forever caught in time
  My brave solider
How sweet are your cries
              Sweet as the cinnamon 
On pancakes you told me to try
  the first time we met.
The mixtures still fresh 
  yet the milks sour    cow’s got his tongue out 
your dead laughter fills the walls
   the rope tightens.
So his glassy stare turns to stone
  A smile whipped and cracked upon his face.

You’ve never looked so beautiful.

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If You Do Not Wish To See Me Naked Avert Your Eyes Now

I enjoy walking in the rain,
I enjoy wet
much like men do, yet do not love it
sorry mother- I’m being vulgar again- avert
your eyes now, dear sweet innocent thing
for I did not come from rain but pure man-made sunshine, yes?
The cogs and bolts of it all, no cinnamon red
just the grey, in which you dressed yourself.

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Grief

You are hell bound,
Your sounds resound,
A faint echo of my own shadowing reflection.

I grasp a mug from behind the door,
And yet its remains shatter among the tiles,
Glittering like eyes upon the floor.

I know your there to feel,
A knowing familiar smell,
And yet to physically touch you,
My tips can’t seem to dwell.

The mirrors to your past have ceased,
I cannot stare at them as well,
It is enough to see your face,
Each time you set your fearsome spell.

They said you'd left me,
Flashing lights the uniform informing,
And yet how little you have left,
Your time is still yet dawning.

So hold me tight,
Remove the remaining light that flickers in my limbs,
For if I am to be haunted,
I’ll be mourned in church by hymns.