Best Babblings Poems

"La forêt interdite"




In my soul
there You,
The Flame,
spend the 
better part of my 
night and day
playing your 
naked mind 
o’er my heart
The Shrew 
a wilding to 
be tamed, a
coaxing coquette,
bids come 
now,
pluck my 
Golden Chord
Insolent 
I lay spread 
before you 
an alter 
set to 
bow your...

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I look back my early days
Likely to recount the moments of joy.
I thought the seconds when I opened my eyes first.
I asked myself if it was the happiest moments.
Might be a pleasure sought of Nature,
Might be the moments when my mother fed me her first...

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It is an unseasonable March day.
My kitchen blinds are drawn against morning sun,
their slender slats like new skin protecting the body's vital organs;
eyelids before this rose-covered tablecloth as though the blooms
are the pale larvae of our future, still coiled and sleepy,
not-yet-flowers at the sill of...

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The distant toll of the temple bells
 As clock strikes, thou tread upon the sacred temple
Lifting up hands with the Holy Assembly

“Father I thank you am not a sinner like her
I fast and pray like the Apostle Paul
And I pray in tongues more than all”

“ba...

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Dear Miss Monkey Manners, I hope that you can solve a problem for an old baboon,
I’ve said some things to a dear friend of mine and it makes me feel like I’m a buffoon.
I said that, “God created Charles Darwin because he was so disappointed...

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Through pristine glass observed
autumnal leaves a scatter
the litter of the season
to dishevel and clutter up the garden

Sweep the crumbs away
lay polish to the smudged and smear
for glinting tiles speak ever more clear
to build the walls security

Settle leaf it’s time is spent
amid the moss is it’s...

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Thoughts trickle what was left of my sanity, 
Slowly but surely down my brain to gravity
Like the last drop of rain on a roof tile, 
Being the last drop of hope to inspire the dwindling fire
That encourages my hand to move, drag the pen 
Making...

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AT NOUGHT—

Under feet covered with my bad choices
I’m uncaring and I don’t care how it’s going
All caught up, unwavering, demining, stop judging the brethren
Unrestricted
I have a following
Mind’s encased in babblings, stop judging the populace
To dance within my space
There’s no disgrace
To unravel my unrighteousness
Controlled temperaments, stop...

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As the flowers bloomed each day in every shape and size
Many others have lost their way and no longer even realize
The joy of just one flower standing amongst all those weeds
For it is to that final hour as with the Glory of our faith leads
...

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As a meek and  mild drizzle you departed 
      Stood as  a geyser 
    My progress wasn't thwarted 
       Resilience was taught then 
  
"  Thy memories...

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behind of a supposed strong & mature “adult”
who advertises to others their ability to
“discipline” their child,
lies a great fear stirring,
which comes out in the actions taken to make
that little child submit to their will
from early on---
when rebelled against,
the pusillanimous parent lashes out like a
dictator trying...

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what is said to be
sacred
has never been such.

the fictions of religions have
plagued the minds of humans since
we made our first aurignacian 
scrawlings in the haute garonne of
france.

there we began to carve our 
images---
just embodiments of the world
around us but stretched out into
irrational fables which we...

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I have been stricken  like a  fool who utters all his mind,
And the fullness of the hope that I desire is still deferred.
So shall I say I am not sick?
I have been beaten like a mad man smitten with a wounded spirit;
And the...

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stumbling upon a case of a christian minister or priest
who took his sweet time to violate the innocence of 
one or several little kids who will never be able to wash
themselves clean of the disease with which such a monster
crept along the sewer floor with...

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could it possibly have been the tumor in your stomach
which then spread to your brain,
finally killing you
on august 19th, 1662,
which led to your shameless “wager”
which believers have used in an endless attempt to
inflict
guilt
upon 
all of us who simply cannot digest the babblings of your
book, 
your...

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