Best Anemic Poems

Atmospheric grayscale mirrors my mood
where rainbow pastels are loath to intrude,
monochrome perverse looms ‘cross universe -

black powder train, mind is gun barrel gray
cold dispassionate muzzle...

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Hibiscus rays of light
herald the sun's stretch from slumber
in a bloom of ravishing red passion- 
Oh! how I despise dawn's blushing optimism
and lust for life!
for...

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I look through my prism
Still I can not see
All of your vibrant colours

I wish for the beauty of a sunrise
To see the brilliance of flowers...

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“The death lasts an average of 49 days, starting from the day the deceased realized his death”. Bardo Thodol (The Tibetan Book of the Dead)


I...

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Dormant desires within derelict deserts’
Winds whispering of your selective stealth
Frozen fingers that chill the empty spaces
Longing for you a pacifier of thickened thorns
Discombobulation drives the...

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The cold sun’s anemic arc, 
    skirts the day with crystal frill. 
    Prancing just above the pines, ...

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Beautiful Ones

Aloft in the steam, they look like Eagles.
Perched now on the edge of the bowl,
proud courtesies peck the kind and meek
with true meanings and...

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I looked through my prism
Still I could not see
Your colors

I wished for the beauty of a sunrise
Wild flowers blooming
Bright blue sky and emerald waters
The colors...

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Love hath tasted of arsenic lips
ground thy soul upon treacherous hips
opened vessels with anemic blood
bathed in a teared river of mud

yet loneliness fills a desires...

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are we crazy or just contrived 
lazy or simply self-involved? 
are we insignificant, significant 
or just like everyone else 
deranged on the outside 
swimming through...

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There'll be no rain the forecast said
til January's wounded pride
erupts upon the bloomless beds
and weeps a pewter morning tide.

There'll be no rain for many weeks,
just...

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Not too long ago, back about 1929
Was conceived a boy, name of Danny Fine
Born on a Thursday, 24th of October
A day the stock market turned...

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Basic Attendance,
listening deeply to the sounds
and functions
flows and forms of nature's voices,
evolves from enthymematic roots
toward mutually empathic,
darkly transparent
nondual dark energy

Equivalently empowering/disempowering identity
of not-yet-full synergetically integrating
pregnant...

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There was a chef named Luke,
All of his entrees were nuked.
In every dinner he planned,
All of his food was canned,
And most of his patrons puked.

Now...

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Pedaling along river drive
empty plastic grocery bags
fluttered and flapped from tree branches
like lost battle surrender flags
that line the drought-stricken river.
Their interspersed clings reminded
me of inundated...

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