Best Aberration Poems

Politicization rhymes

     with abomination

       and contamination...

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>>>>>>Two young boys decided to go trout fishing one day,
               They were going into the burnt woods, it was a long way.
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a Young mind of the Adult kind
           misconstrued to be a schizophrenic find
             Cannot help but be bewildered underfined
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CHROMATIC ABERRATION

There’s another epidemic
Now infecting many a mind
With a source hap academic
Bending thought made colour blind

Viewpoints Green colour of nature
Must be blest, no reservation
Though they hide a scarlet tincture
Mask a socialist dictation

Black Lives Matter is respected
Cross the world now near and far
With its red heart...

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An Aberration

He is orange at the corner
And he’s looking at me.

He has a crooked grin - it is snide 
It is fearsome to see

More than a pumpkin he scares 
Moving nighttime creeping things.

I am afraid to pass him,
As a mean faced witch flies over me....

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We kiss goodnight and close the light;
just moments pass, and he is snoring!
Why is this brain of mine still bright 

with thoughts- oh my, this is so boring!
The same old process I go through-
once snuggled in, my mind's exploring

those things that I forgot to do,
like...

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We kiss goodnight and close the light;
just moments pass, and he is snoring!
Why is this brain of mine still bright 
with thoughts- oh my, this is so boring!
The same old process I go through-

once snuggled in, my mind's exploring
those things that I forgot to do,
like...

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Aberration in Blue
Floyd with a cleaner heart
Whiter than the man in blue.
Though so white, yet inhuman
Painted with an outside view.
He was not faulted wrong
Yet, died for his pure innocence
Floyd and the white guy
Both died with a difference.
Floyd’s plea was heard not loud
The white guy was...

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Steamy prophetic poet stepping into his astral plane
Conjugating with the obsessed erect minds of his congregation
Slithering in his wet leather crow-black pants
Tight enough to be skin
Perched on his precipice of passion
To stage the light to his soul
Descending upon the stunned hungry eyes
As he swayed opening...

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