Best Acetic Poems

Cubozoa, cnidarian invertebrates
Not the jelly you would put on a plate

This cubed shaped medusae, so potent they are
Once stung you will never move far

Their venom so potent that rarely animals survive
If humans are struck they are in fear for their lives

Once it pumps nematocysts into...

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The Cunning Stranger at Dragon's Lair - A Narrative Poem

One day at a comic shop,
I met a man selling cats,
For the money, he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some bats.

"Got any bats?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money (wow)."
"No bats here!" said...

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A team were given a task.                                       ...

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Trumpeting cauliflowers never blow eggs backwards onto a postal stamp. So never kick a cabbage to a kerb. Oh watch now. All drive safely. Harmonics in a queue are indestructible and indescribable too. Oh counting. Fun fun fun but not for an atom. They prefer...

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After lifting the fingerprints of bloodbath
a bushfire starts, engulfing contradictions,
the gulf  between erosion of truth and
survivors appears widening. Tiny ants smell

blood, exfoliation begins, from
nameless earth for the exodus of barefoot,
the epic of tragedy, something in the debris is left
for acetic reminder, a death reunion.

The...

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Another roll-over-in-bed poem
A nose blow and a wide yawn separates a lubricated **** scene from a gravelly scripture. In that gap, the harlot’s far from the screen. 
My blade’s lacquer reveals the blood of my nightmares. Evasive mirrors hide the sum of my white hairs....

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Delicately smoke stacks rose in tendrils
From my lobotomised mind, tracks of steam
Channels which searched for surrendour 
Teased unfamiliar air aflame, eventual glean

Chances which blind chases never uncovered 
Now relaxed stance soul caresses confirm
Worth in the venture for connections recovered
Ratified tangible textures of trust returned

Sharply sprung...

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[Continued from ‘Terror Bugs: Part 4 - A Freezer Mice Adventure’]
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A water cannon screeched around the corner on two wheels
Four and twenty Terror Bugs were nipping at its heels
Their acid blistered paint work but it barely harmed the steel
For this was high grade stainless steel...

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