Best Basal Poems

In the beginning was the word
Before that, no noun, no thing
Then no sound was ever heard
And no passing bell would ring

So therefore no adjective was needed to describe it or deplore it
No preposition required to be positioned right before it

No verb to do something to...

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Primal, basal, beyond my awareness
How could I have been so careless
I let the line between real and fantasy
Become clouded through my jealousy
The fire rose, consumed, burned away
And left the ashes in its wake
I still search for just one burning ember
To reawaken feelings of forever
But destruction...

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The first word there had to be - was BE, and that was the very first in existence
And from Genesis and Eden to Elsinore, it has had a remarkable degree of persistence

It seems that once BE had been exercised, the dam broke and words poured...

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Teeming pools of spawning thoughts
   Irrational coiling tendrils and knots
     Restless limbs and rattled brain
        Exquisite need for some slight refrain
          Deprived of...

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Absurd Walls:
By Mark Miller 03/08/2018

I sit in wait,
For melancholic relief
Consumes self-trust resistance.
Out from the clear and into the black shatter dust. 
Although, I cannot explain its purpose or meaning for there is none. 
Awareness prevents comprehension to the future posture rectitude. 
Only leftovers illuminate on...

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The debate between free will and fate has taken a hard right
turn to neuroscience, Brodmann area 4 the primary motor
cortex of the brain located in the posterior frontal lobe
(the one cut out of the one who once flew over the cuckoo's nest).
This area of the...

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A listing of the fires 
and all the survivors 
will be provided

Names of the dead 
are written on broken cobblestones 
at the bottom of the river

The sheet music 
is in the morgue - reconstruction 
of the falafel carts will commence at dawn

The Liability Brigade 
will...

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I, from the gray Wolf I'm diverged,
basal, ancestral we are
Millenniums we have witnessed,
historically we're culled 
Yet, we were here before humans,
are we next to disappear




.
James Andrew Fraser
'Night Creatures" Coyote, No 3
18th January, 2015...

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Transition – Upside down world 

The world is heavy, upside down.
Catch us quickly or we’ll fall.
The natural law no longer holds.
We’re juxtaposed in earth and sky.
The world is crumbling, upside down.
Can’t you see that wrong is right.
The basal self’s let loose and free.
There is no...

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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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Sacred texts, secular art
Oratory, verse, harmony in part
Only this, the noblest art
Takes a soul's stirrings, the
Heart's songs and echoes
Every emotion in the human experience
Tortured souls, angelic praise
Human sounds and otherworldly tones
Echoing love, pain, ecstasy, death
Sounding the call to action, to war
Admiring the beauty all around
Verse...

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Once a friend of mine invited me for lunch
A celebration he planned for his book launch,
The book was on traditional Indian cuisine, I knew
No very different from its modern cousin or new.
I was hesitant to join for my stomach was upset
He pleaded with me, let...

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This is the greatest 
non-fiction.
Who on earth will 
believe her action?
My chick,who was 
like my security 
agent;
who strengthened 
me at lent.
Now became a 
jackal.
Desiring me a basal

Is this not the 
highest form of 
irony?
My friend,companion 
and crony,
at my back "bless" 
my name
by gossiping an 
extra...

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Mabuti't inaari mong kalayaan
Ang namamayani sa mahal kong bayan! 
Mabuti't iyo paring nalalasahan
Ang bunga ng pagkakabuwal ni Rizal! 

Ngunit bamuti ba ‘yong nakikita? 
Siguro nga ganap na tayong ‘timawa, 
Subalit imulat mo ang mga mata
Pakpak nati'y hindi parin malaya! 

Kung totoo't ganap ang kalayaan
Bakit basal...

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Fighting Cancer of the Skin
By Franklin Price
8/12/2015

Fighting cancer of the skin
for me is number one;
whether from the war in Vietnam,
genetics or the Sun.

Doesn't really matter
Operate to keep ahead:
basal , squamous carcinoma;
no  melanoma I am glad.

Plus forty years contending.
Burn and freeze and take a stitch.
Not...

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