Best Anonymity Poems

You flowered in the shade.
Headlights and floodlights
slid off your retiring shadow.
Occasionally the spotlights flare
lit-up your solitary walk
but only the footprints
you left fleetingly on flowing water.

I praise your independent natural nature
needing nothing of this world
that you did not give too yourself.
You refused to hang upon the...

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watch the crowd...faces
without looking at each other’s eyes,
as if iodized by  the pang
 of  forlorn gasps…
nameless, alone,   they  grip
on the hand-rests 
from a dreary night where roofs of anonymity 
blind them all    
empty, empty   ...

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Cruel intentions
circle the ruby red
of your lips
hips that sway back 
and forth in a lusty pose
touching, touching
but never really feeling.

Dim rooms, yellow lit
of seedy talk and
tobacco riddled nights 
give pretense that your loved 
while thwarted dreams
lay at your feet
grinding to thin ash 

The dark disclosure...

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I sit,
forming kisses on memories,
striking them from time, as it whispers away.
Recollecting venomous verbs
cast to empty shadows

Eradicating the spiel.

Adjectives of annihilation, blitzing barren minds,
reflected, returned in silent echoes.
Notches gouged into the family tree,
tearing sons from fathers, mothers from daughters
‘till desolation offers comfort, disconsolately.
Tears, oil my...

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Try to find me,
for I am hiding.
You can not see me,
hear me, or feel me.
For I don't want to 
be found.

I would rather
have my solitude,
feel safe and sound
instead of known
and hounded.

©K.Chun .'97...

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Who can view me behind the fence ferrous! 
Those infiltrating eyes bear me desirous! 
Unveiling what was previously hidden. 
Keeping this same watcher has striven.
 
I figure you should say, "What's in plain view!" 
Penny for your ideas as they decay in a dark row....

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Hiding behind
dark Ray-Bans
frees me
so I can be
someone
other than me..
a voyeur
perhaps
to see
with my vision
focused casually
lingering leisurely
longing, lustfully
wandering
wherever it is
gratifying
visually
or satisfying
my desire
to not let you
see
who I really am....

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Popular Anonymity      

A Lingering crowd doubts you have the courage
You are hung out to dry with insults from strangers
Imploring you to jump
Apoplexy, apathy, and will to live design you

Standing on the building edge
Perhaps the comforts of home will help
When you...

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although I sensed
its impassiveness
even back then,

i always loved
that
little village

of familiar eyes
looking
passively beyond me

you and I forced
together
in central fact

pressured en masse
into a
averse embrace

somehow in tune
perceiving 
one another’s desires

but powerless
to surpass
obscurity...

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Strands of pearls
Red lips
Gold curls
Evergreen eyes
She's her disguise...

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Ordinarily, a discriminatory
guardedness factors large what I air
in close confidential quarters
within therapist office bare
ring pocked marked soul
of this feigned cheer
full contemplative, introspective,

and ruminative despair
ring fellow, whose unfettered
stream of consciousness
(oxbow lakes included) doth endear
me, asper when posting private
psychological scars fair
lee calloused now, during mine

placid lake state...

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Dressed to kill down to the heels 
Locked and loaded with sites on infamy

shots fired in the vicinity of destiny

todays game, is change my name
unleashed and tailor fit for your Identity

nice suit but I still resent all the AkA’s

Shattered I am and fractured I remain
rage,...

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the shuttered blinds of the temple, the canopy,
the blank canvas that obliquely shrouds the fire,vvi
its shapes, its shadows, re-invent the canvas..

but do not give it a name. Do not give me a name...

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Darkness is a square
    That captures you in your darkness
Darkness adds on and on...
     And one day reveles into a holy admonition
To unfold an epic of ray....

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He built motels
across America
loving the land so much
he could sleep anywhere
on her
in her
cheaply,
predictably.

Anywhere was home to him.
Home was not special
but same.
Same bars of soap,
same color wrappers.
Same towels.
Same smells almost.
Same views.

Home across
the human spirit
of imaginary states.

Just outside streets
with tree names.

And out of this
I arrived
from love created...

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