Best Anterior Poems

Where Has All The Beauty Gone?

There is no time like the now times,
The ever-present blood-swooshing times.
Time again to surrender as a smitten lover surrenders,
To the never-ending rhapsodies of erotic impulses,
Which exhale as a listless leviathan exhales,
Basking in the swishing waters off the windy capes, 
Naked,...

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Five lobes of the brain have we evolved
All doing different jobs but all intervolved.
And all these lobes, just mm thick
But still so unique and they do the trick.
This layer, as thin as can be
Cell bodies, gray matter in both you and me.
All the lobes does...

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SILENCE, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel's poem: Silence by T. Wignesan


The silence PRIOR to silence
	Silence anterior to the ineffable SYLLABLE where silence is born where it’s accomplished in advance
	PERCEPTIBLE syllable distanced by far from pure silence by an immutable very flat zero movement
	By distending explosive the...

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Thy birth on January 13th – 
   cervical contractions 
   would not abate
the pesky master (papa), strove 
   to synchronize seminal bait

thence, forty-two weeks 
   after ma parents did pro create 
imminent lviii plus years ago to...

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He’s a natural actor of mental shortening,
reasoning is covered in shame when viewing the mirror.
Insanity, his behaviour’s ancestor
with imagination more abhorred to logic.

In his world,
every accurate procedure seems to be an annoying error,
a corridor is placed at the roof top of every building,
film casts are...

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Hola habibi como estas?
anoche te soñe una vez más
te miraba como eras antes
llena de gozo y con esa luz radiante

luego pensé en el día anterior
cuando una vez más te declaré mi amor
pero te miraba mientras trabajabas
y solo queria escucharte decir que me amabas

pero tu indiferencia...

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All in the Name of Style

By Elton Camp

No male would ever endure submission 
To his foot in a plantar-flexed position

Wearing shoes with four-inch heels
Willingly enduring how bad it feels

So that his gastrocnemius has grown short
Meaning normal walking it does thwart

The tibialis anterior and soleus activated
With...

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Sabotaging orbitofrontal communication incorporating connection between anterior cingulate gyrus cortex heightening activity bridging (via atom sized pontoon bridges) greater activity upon basal ganglia, which synoptic description does nothing to alter the predisposition to ingress of uncontrollable imbecilic, inexplicable, and illogical fixation particularly during onset of...

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Audit acrid admission artistic artificial array
Arrive anyplace, anywhere ardent atmosphere attraction
Apprehend apiece apparent artless atomic appearance
Adorable awkward admittance align ad-infinitum alienating anti
Activate acquittal addictive acreage administration
Attune audience's aspired aspiration assay alliance
Anxiety anybody's admittance approximate appropriate action
Auspicious aura avow angular anterior...

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Yours truly would never be confused for a gourmand, nevertheless I could enjoy experiencing taste testing select food samples if offered an opportunity of attending a fancy feast viz smörgåsbord, whereby oral indulgence would arouse, excite, inflict outstanding pleasure upon every taste bud on mine...

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The particular stride of which the ways of the wicked are standard; I have seen in many; 
 I have seen the baneful step by step choreography of the ways of the World. As an anterior 
position is taken, the impetuous pedestrian makes his way,...

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Food glorious food

Asia generic guy gastronomy (and how gourmet foods eat destructively clearly beyond any) excess enthusiasm, the necessity to feed and clothe this lean mean exercising machine gunning corporeal essence christened Matthew Scott Harris revels more so within the medium of writing prevarication.

Aspirations toward...

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In a sea of time, where the waves of memories crash against forgotten cliffs,
There exist those rare beings, lost between the niches of destiny and the shadows of dreaming,
Never fully rooted in the fabric of society, never bound by the dreams of the night.
Souls that...

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Black me, colored world 
I crave your affection 
I am tough as rocks 
I still have a soft anterior
I want to cry
Fill a pond with  my shed tears 
My molecules are vibrating
 I am still frozen
My smiles are leaves
The world autumn
They all have a...

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Some beings belong neither to society nor to dreams,
They belong to an isolated fate, to an unknown hope.
Their open acts seem anterior to the first accusations of time and the apathy of the heavens.
It occurs to no one to employ them.
The future melts before their...

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