Aberrant Poems - Poems about Aberrant

... marooned mind my capricious creation designs psychic lattice morphs into innate Narcissus nestled in introvert isolation where I am me, aberrant recluse ......

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... All a mirage, an aberrant illusion acceptance in America professionally, socially we even became sought-after marriage partners… Educated people seeme......

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... The marooned mind molded in webbed design, laces the lattice of psychic pattern, innately configured. In its fold the rainbow secrets lie, defiantly dormant, a captive of ......

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...All of a sudden The stars have stopped shining Blimming sadness in Heaven Too many babies are maimed and hurt Too many infants are starving and suffering Too many women are crying and......

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...Implant within me a seed monthly, though the pulverization derides me. Let it conjure hope and solace to shatter my reality as venomous weeds entwine it, sickening me as I lay still in the liquid bir......

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...Sweet mother, Virginia Slim wedged between your fingers, that last light willed to die at the rig of a darkened room. You—half-goddess, half-ghost, pinioned in some still-life setting of tumb......

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...Due to days of desperate dreams Base of the Bay of Bengal borne Hazardous heirship in the directing diplomacy Nowadays, need the native nationalist To save the sacrosanct dispensations of dem......

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... In marooned mind shaped in webbed design the strands of psychic hues are patterned. In its fold rainbow secrets lie as captive of my own making, turning into Narcissus in introvert insight, wh......

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... Reigning in cluster the edge of steep scarp, the flock of mine sprawls so very proud. I’m a meek loner in the midst of them all, for each one is happy to be in the crowd. As I’m secluded in......

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... As the blow of hard times profoundly strikes, ever so strongly my private space in disarray, I build a boundless wall seemingly impenetrable, never to be invaded in the sanctum of the inner wo......

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...(I am with my published four books of poems.) I breathe poetry wielding a tool, mighty, mightier than either the sword or rod. I reign as an Empress in Fancy's domain, sketching li......

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...Season's decay paints the sky with autumn’s glow, Etches each leaf with hues of red, yellow and gold. Pastel shades of summer warmth are withdrawn from the show, The to......

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...Emancipation proclamation from Samson fixation Otherwise titled deep into my fiftieth year of passive aggressive rebellious puberty. Yes, I chickened out getting a haircut yesterday August twen......

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...I weave a narrative of unspeakable taboo, a symphony of sighs and groans, a cacophony of defiled innocence. Your body, a temple of decadence, a sanctum of sadomasochistic excess, where the strictu......

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...Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of time. —H.P. Lovecraft, The Best of H.P. Lovecraft: Bloodcurdling Tales of Horror and the Macabr......

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