Best Arbitrarily Poems

As dark canvas unfurls bit by bit
Randomly gulping down acrylic paints of dusk
To satisfy his own thirst, not for long, to sprawl
Into a magical cosmos - flapping his dark wings atop
Swirling soft fair clouds that rock and roll
Through gray-black, myriad dazzling stars so 
Idyllic, and...

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Arbitrarily
Apologetically
Apathetic...

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Cast thy stone, like a fire climbing a tree,
highly strung, its fuel you need,
powerful, can carry a heavy load,
no question, a Fire Horse you be!

Inconsistent by nature, procrastinate but not in love,
your alluring beauty defined by a coat,
to cover with lust and a heart of...

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We're playing a gift exchange and playing it twice
Going to find out who’s naughty or nice”
Santa once could arbitrarily decide
Who to praise and who to deride
But tonight dirty dice gift grabs
Let see who will have the most dabs
We won’t be able tell at a glance
Choose...

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They always made me happy, 
The camels of the wise men, 
The slowness of their footsteps, 
Their self-sufficient ben. 

Camels meant there was time, 
For the three wise men to think, 
To ponder upon their task, 
To review their role as a link. 

They were...

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What good is the confession
of a compelling woman of deceit
if devoid of remorse and consequence?

Karma has a greedy reach
annoyed by clergymen
arbitrarily marketing divine amnesty
like some bulk commodity
they can't give away....

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Wise no adulation, dedication and gratification 
   not emphasized the other three hundred and sixty four days a year
question their role as consumed end product of taxidermist, 
   gnome hatter clucks fie against industry where 
when thanksgiving gobbledygook brouhaha 
 ...

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“The Penelope Squad”



A line of bluebirds 
tittering on a line
swaying on the winds
like comedian pageboys 
having a good time
poop in the peg bucket
words wooden and sharp
fly off with frosty notes
dirt and sherry stains
imprinted on 
Penelope’s clean sheets
a bunch of girl’s blouses
touching up waiving skirts

The Kingfisher
ruffles...

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Groundhog day 2024 or Forty one days since 2023 Winter Solstice

Rather than be a day late
and dollar short, I opted   
to post poem acknowledging
the second of February,
where eponymous groundhog
gets his (most often male)
foretelling whether there will be
six more weeks of winter upon oblate
spheroid...

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The unpredictable yaw of rolling seas,
as in life, pummels us from one side to the other 
randomly dictating capricious ways 
arbitrarily gripping our lives

Life, like the ghost of Christmas past,
comes at night, tells its tale and is gone 
but the dues it extracts keep mounting
like...

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“Inside the Great Halls of Us”



Inside 
The Great Halls of Us,
there resides a ghost 

IT hides in plain sight,
waiting quietly, alone, 
in our dark

there, IT holds ITs light,
to draw us further in,
we nervously laugh IT off 

ITs reflection lit,
seems glowingly familiar,
we are frightened of IT...

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Santa’s Naughty List

By Elton Camp


“He’s making a list, checking it twice
Going to find out who’s naughty or nice”

Santa once could arbitrarily decide
Who to praise and who to deride

Then, toward him, people felt sentimental
Now he is being condemned as judgmental

Where he once could tell at a...

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How can we take pride in a country
that is sliding into dissolution and chaos?
We praise ourselves for ending slavery.
yet racial prejudice is still much with us.
We pay slave wages and refuse to change
the minimum wage to a living wage.
We call all people equal under the...

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Deliver my shattered soul – 
It has done more harm than good
I felt darkness take its toll
When I wore the abyss shirt with a hood…

Shadows dare to consume me
Darkness will disappear drastically
Crows get scared away today 
By the scarecrows of their disdainful dismay 

Now, it...

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Ants, from Valley of Babylon
  The gourds that made up the abdomen 
  Are crying, crying for the delicious city of wolf
  And the tower of Babel by many demolishing grind,
  Gnashing and swallowing into lungs,
  Wisdom is heartless, never...

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