Best Abetted Poems

I was a world famous fashion designer, and quite enraptured with the new,
Like first caress of pink, peach dawn light, smiling at the full moon's...

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Surly Sally slipped and lost a flip flop
at a hearty party in a bungalow with Billy.
while dancing and prancing to hip hop
whirling and twirling and...

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Every new day, the sun will rise.
As time passes, the moon expands.
Reasons to act without surprise.

Every day, the wind brings new ambition.
The river flows into...

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Written: October 25, 2023
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Autumn saplings fall...

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The title of this talk today,
"Win-Win Politics of New Feminist Economics"
suggests questions,
more than emasculating 
definitively deductive
reductive
answers.

Would you imagine
a minority-identified Buddhist,
more likely as a feminist
or culturally...

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[Well, ShallowMan’s ne’er at a loss
for voicing shallow thoughts that gloss.
With trenchant wit he reaps the dross
when seeking sense in applesauce.

But to his aid flies...

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Perhaps in another i.e. alternate world, this middled aged (baby boomer bona fide bra burner) of two well nigh near grown daughters felt caught in...

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Such heavy artillery,
To whom shall we run,
To God have we come,
In pain and sad form,
To state our hearts' deform,
To stake our rights and reforms,
You know...

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Entwined


Buried it!
Deep in denial’s tomb
it grew, weed like,
nurturing its hate,
feeding its neediness
at the expense
of withering flowers.

Tortured tentacles
laced themselves angrily
about truth,
entwined themselves
in the falsity
of failure,
spreading a...

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A tale of two twins ...


Kit:	That sure was a mean swing, Dottie. You knocked it out of the park. You’re the Sultana of Swat. I...

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Martha Mae

Pretty and gay

Loved to sew

So, her husband to-be

Stacked onesies in a row

But it came not to pass, you see

For he soon discovered her strange...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Seventeen

Of late the tepid cold only rebousse poil her coyness
Nowhere the slushy mud caked into strands of crunchiness
Even...

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The Good Book tells us that God rested on The Seventh Day,
To unwind upon His Throne and His handiwork survey.
He foresaw the mess we mere...

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Seducing Evil No More

Perhaps at the days complete
This date with death shall not
prove to be deadbeat.
The outcome has proven quite concrete. 
Tragedies that shades 
itself...

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Arrogance absorbs
an ambition
as asses attack asses:
all are astray,
aghast and alone.

Amidst atrocities
and abhorrence,
an angel aspired amity; 
amaranthine ardor: agony, absent...

Arms appeared
and accorded assistance;
all are abetted,
amidst apprehensions....

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