Best Abscessed Poems

“Nobody likes a clown at midnight.”       Stephen King


CLOWN AT THE ABYSS


Darkroom abscessed 
with neon blush and black-blood —
sunken eyes look surprised
to find oneself in a dank dungeon.
Fecal stench, not humorous,
screams on each bold painted-on face.

“Are we dead?”

“When did I...

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Romios, oh Romios, my 
own star twirling across
the night skies.
What say you to Panagiota,
having hot chocolate with a
floating marshmallow bobbing 
on her thighs?

Are you coming to take her
to her heavenly home this very 
night?
Do whisper to her gently, I supplicate, 
as she pens her poetry tonight.

Tireless...

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Once upon a night so bleak,
frozen silent laid the creek --
air of death, pushed, swore
and swore...as if were fists
pounded the frail, wood door;

shutters noised, bolting and
banging; metal hinges oddly
clanging – cupboard glasses
adding more tumultuous tang, 
as they, in vile unison, vibrantly rang…

suddenly, through frosted pane
I...

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The abscessed wounds of
a betrayed heart fester 
from desertion and deceit.
.
She takes solitude in shadows
gnawing herself red and raw,
rankling in private torment;
gnashing her teeth.

Until pain and grief turn noxious
with a fury justly sworn
to the retributory scourge 
of a woman's woeful scorn....

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It had been very hard for me
to speak with West
through translators, 
usually Russians ones
anchored by intelligent services, 
KGB or related them 
with such or others way.
Sometimes we have met Kyrgyzes mediators, 
but they are also spoiled 
by soviet or post-soviet propaganda, 
hated our own cultures...

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Poverty: 
Unusually limited access
to health,
nutritional poetry,
liturgical dance,
and positive-restorative energy resources--

The four WealthFaces of liberal love.

Poverty of Health derives from
and heads toward:
Win/Lose survival pressures,
crisis,
abscessed longing for peace revolutions,
NowTimed therapeutic resolutions,
HereSpaced restorations of democratic access
to healthy non-institutions.

Health/Pathology Resources derive from
and head toward:
An incarcerating,
retributive short-term fix against Fear
OR/AND
Sanctuary...

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God  created our world
from a marvel words and sentences,
from one right and deep expression
that trembled,stressed and reformatted at all 
the deepest foundation of this existence.

That had been found and announced  
and light separated from dark,
and starting long terms processing, 
coagulating  Earth, 
condensing...

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How possible for escaping
From post-soviet suffocation
In all spheres of our life? 
From Black Hole of awful greediness, 
when post-communist leaders
starting to learn us for art of capitalism
breaking all rules voluntarily or not
and transform our life to hell? 
How possible in lack of legitimacy
and totally grown...

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Who, in love, will’nt vie my eminence to attain
If my destiny is cross and chain, why must I complain?

Know thyself my heart had urged and a journey I set at
I’m in quest of no one else, for my own return I wait

At no time, I...

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A lonely cold stranger in her own living room, 
She assumed the role of a ghost,
She changed her name to avoid being numb, 
To become who she wanted the most,

And her new name was a name for beauty outside, 
She painted her name out in...

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THE PROMISED SON HAS WON THE VICTORY

An aching heart, a sorrow borrowed from Christ.
A stranglehold around your tears. You can’t breathe.
Arrows fly, hitting core -
Infectious loss, abscessed sore.
A trouble of paradise. His cross sufficed.
Believe! He covers hurt. His Spirit doth sheathe.
He collects tears, even rain.
O...

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It hurts me to see you hurt and it all just upsets me
A friend so dear that your tears also too affect me
To me you explain your problems and ask for advice
Like why does this happen to me? And how do I deal with this...

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I don’t come very often anymore
to the edge of this rancid waste dump
     to pick at the scars
     and bleed anew . . .

To stand and welcome it all
in its abscessed pustule
     as...

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What we will possess
access to all assesses
about obsesses

what we have possessed
access to what is assessed
have often abscessed

by a thing passes
ate pancakes with much molasses
now passing gasses

Docile Apostle Who Became Hostile

did know of docile
Trump won was told by apostle
We became hostel...

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I do not want to see her face or hear her voice yet
I am licking my wounds, relishing in my hurt feelings
Not ready to forget, maybe never ready to forgive
Most childish, but please allow me this luxury.

She grovels, but I do not believe her.
I am...

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