Best Alloyed Poems

SWAP MEETS PEACE--

Now reciprocal, is just the thing;
Separation divides it just bring;
War mixed with peace hysterical
Is just the thing now reciprocal?

War in peace makes peace brittle;
The social control that's really little;
How does the noise become fleece;
Makes peace brittle war in peace;


Often to keep peace dishonest...

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I bring to you no fragrant roses red
For they in little time will wilt and fade
Nor chocolate bonbons wrapped in velvet bed
Their flavour soon will wane the taste buds jade

No painted card with sentimental verse
Have I transmitted to delight your eyes
Such symbols trite cannot true...

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We are all born 
To a world seemingly full of interesting diversity
But why do we slam each other
Instead of accepting and living together
Do we not need each other’s support, sometime? 

When we slam others we forget
We slowly shut the door on ourselves
And stop growing except...

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Phase:1


I found myself in a market..,
Market of human cattles.,
Trying to get through the situation.,
My wrists were tied with metals..
It was half past seven.,
Neglecting all my requests and prayers.,
Weighing my proper count.,
I was announced for a demon.,
I screamed 'No'..,
And kicked hard over ground.,
But only an injection.,
And...

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A Statue Speaks

The morning takes it's first breath of daylight
Exhaling the sunrise that fills the sky with colored 
brilliance.                          ...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXIV

       For Mickey COTO and his PTS-ed cohorts

IF you pull a long patriotic face
" My Country My God boundup in one alloyed essay
The blood I spill for either in one compounded...

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Walk side with me to a valley,
And we shall be yonder pleasures of heavens light,
Of whose firmament, hills, groves, shining woods presume wonder.
And we will weight off our feet upon the hills,
Seeing swains tends to their torn flocks,
Quails harping to harmonic tunes,
   ...

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I

Hungry earthworms
Forever entombed in the bowels
Of mother earth
Awake

Defy this asceticism and prostrate
For your ultimate destiny
Lies not in the dogmatic 
Steady march along beaten footpaths

Hungry earthworms
These reminiscences of plaintive cooing
They do not placate
Those dethroned, deprived spirits
Of our fallen ancestors

Ancient dejection above
Deploy your genius here
On this demesne
Extirpate...

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Wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking voltage surges an emphatic YES, 
verboten fruit adrip with succulent juices as eggnog,
a legitimately...

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Where can I find Africa alive?
Africans, a very sick population
language, diluted, truncated, lost
education, bedeviled, colored
economy, bed-ridden, in drips
democracy, without soul, spirit
industries, baseline and debased
agriculture, genetically modified
youth, foreign caricature beings
patriots, hidden agents of powers
mass media, devil’s delight
African essence, assimilated

Where can I find Africa alive?
all I see...

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My Will Rogers Poem

Now figure out why I named it that.

Have heard there can be certain degrees
Of what some people may call to appease
And things like paths of least resistance
Coffee and cream combined at a constant consistence.

Substances not pure are considered an alloyed
With an idea...

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Seven hundred and fifty millimeters between worlds-
Confined on one side,
the enormity of the ocean, 
a contradiction to the sand on which it sits; 
artificiality’s extravagance encompassed 
in a delicate 
bubble.

Just as its maker, 
Under azure of neon and amongst
the life in its technicolor,
diverse, rare, immigrated;
Its...

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Hard-chromed and brutally alloyed
he fed the scrapyard hurricane.
Melting the metal, his brawn enjoyed
the splash of sweat cooling the pain.

The weight of the world discarded
at the foot of his furnace lit,
he struggled to make soon parted
its history, hard and fast writ …

 … in twisted iron...

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On a muddy  moonless avenue
    his drooped silhouette tugs
    while the hollow niche of despair growls--
    permeating a former soldier's anthem.
All dawn moaning, all night lamenting
    with lost faith buried under clay--
...

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Just me and mine shadow doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance oh my dog,
an emphatic YES,
a legitimately valid reason and rhyme to flog
yours truly (figurative emasculation),
thee catchword to hog
immediate attention, 
see above named poem title

the best idea to expound upon,
while attempting creative juices to...

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