Best Armature Poems

                      Lament of my life.



Destined life i lived but unfulfilled,
Much had to do,my tears spilled,

Down in white ,peaceful my body lies
Happy to meet God,...

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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 electricity!

amplifier energy,
music notes play,
bless electricity!
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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, 
but my accounting’s not quite straight.

I’ll begin my project, straight 
away; what I create, 
I hope to sell.
I build an...

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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 for plans more mature

Yijing’s ‘Withdraw into your own armature’
May not the violent deter nor you ban
Test not people of a...

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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 rigged together in haste for the sake of offspring.

Years pass, and today... maybe... an attempt to put to words a...

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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 think I could win your heart due to my joblessness 
To be Frank not many women want to be associated...

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She is eighteen and tattoos are the latest rage." I'd like a tattoo please" she asks. I see a young girl in a messy ponytail and wonder if she'll pick something gaudy, then I will have to oblige.  
The boldness of youth
can appear so...

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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 an ivy-covered studio shed
tucked away amongst foliage near Perkiomen Creek,
apparently some artist's hidden haven, lost in time.

Passing through this rickety...

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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 tomorrow
Would you lay down your burden and come?
Tomorrow might be sorrow, tomorrow I am free
Should I spend the rest of...

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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 all levels; destroying all obstacles,
Walking on black and white flooring
Indigo man: greeting's to all the yellows 
And greens, 
Can't forget...

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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 bones, cold,
a delicate tone transmits from on far...
Wraiths walking in the burning 
snows depths, as it falls, it drifts...
In eyes...

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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 traumatic.

You brag and attest that cupid well tends your quest,
leaving raw, arrow-clad women piled as discards.
You secretly fear lust might...

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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 allegory of the caves,"
     where everything espied
a blur, more so (from mine

    ...

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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 instruments of time to mark mortality
counting the seconds, minutes, hours in life
the harbinger of the dread, 
the dead stands in...

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I adored your shape as a bottle of red wine,
But, close to spirit, you are the larger words and straight lines,
Thus crashing between logic and sense,
Whereas you, have been sold your soul to dark side. 

There’s a commoner who cried to the cruel nature,
Who doesn’t...

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