Best Armature Poems

                      Lament of my...

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Power in the night time
flowing down those pole wires,
bless electricity!

your breakers not thrown,
bright light for everyone to see,
bless electricity!

armature moves,
electro-mechanical,
bless electricity!

tesla coil fires,
transistors begin switching,
bless...

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How I love, just to create; 
making things, with wire 
and other old scraps.  
Settling on a design, 
I will make it to sell,...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 4

Test not people of a violent nature
The choice is not that simple: run if you can
The situation calls...

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The first today.
The first in some time now.
Beneath the strained and toughened husk of tissue,
a heart given shape by the corregated cardboard armature scavenged and...

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Forgive my ignorance 
But I will state some facts
I hope you will correct me though
Since we met
We knew little of one another 
I even didn’t...

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Strange just got stranger 
Long journeys nothing but adventures
Been writing since a freshmen,
No armature: more like a senior citizen
Blood red, blue hat
Tall and still growing!
Passing...

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If I ask you to come and get me tomorrow
Would you turn down my request to come?
If I ask you to come and get me...

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Burning snow falls quietly on
cold rusted wire and brittle bone.
An ancient creature looks to the horizon 
feeling is body built of razor wire and old...

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Despite your proclivity for the dramatic,
your latest love saga limps barren of marrow.
Perhaps your heart’s unfruitful seeds need a harrow,
lest your spent nuance-fields shrivel up...

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"The discrepancies are many, the dalliances are few,
both pitched against one dynamic, lifelong achievement"

Poking through the woods of the Mill Grove Audubon Estate,
suddenly came upon...

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I comfortably position
     derriere with pride
(all cheekiness ass side)
lightly seat dated, inside
ideally with bifocals removed,
     recalling "Plato's...

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the skelton of the watch
a vigil for the passing dead
things left unfed 
wraiths wander on 
watching wanting waiting 
guiding the blind in to the light
the...

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A god mended in string and wired corsets, armature. 
The blackened police the striders in the dark… 
a crippled plaything, 
a hymn of the tourniquet...

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My head spins as the noise from the crash echoes in my head. I sit up in some kind of terminal with strange trains bound...

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