Best Befoul Poems

Wake up fresh in the morning, free from daytime's infections
   Splash a pot of coffee on your pristine complexion  

Rev up your car's engine: Send a cloud of smoke into the air
   Motor off to work: Emit toxic pollutants over...

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The ink of sky engulfs my dream
While night’s cinder darkens the shore,
And tattered leaves pivot midstream
To infect my grief much like before.
Dreary this roam, this roam so cold
Attended by a tree's limp veil;
Like ghastly air with woes untold
Of slumber deep, his tomb, my nail.
In a...

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Amidst forests and rocks,the river flows like super jet
                 Livelihood for the organisms yearning for its advent
            ...

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Kathmandu
a quaint, romantic name, 
had wanted to go there now it is a dream.
Nepal, this small mountain country
often used a golf ball between big countries
for purely selfish reasons.
Thousands of people killed and classical
palaces are reduced dust covering 
mountain tops 
as a fog of sadness ...

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My heart beating is alive hitherto
my lung breathing is hitherto
my eyes hitherto facing the queen
of myself thy love IS don . . .  
    — ( thank thou by blessing creator)
But, obviously in worth is degrees
of early befoul inquiry  ....

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Somewhat outstandingly
 millennial absurdism
 Is Seen’d slowly 
 Drownin’ towns;

 & townes’ there’ness,
 May’be
 Forever’ly mere’d,
—-

 hungry Frenetic wild dogs roam-
 ING;

 Thirst, unquenchable.

 & 

 Thas’ workingly blue homosexual 
 Humanoid thingies’ living IN,
 & Cherry blossoming IN,

 kings X

 (& already some of...

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He was in our sight
The robber
All that was left was
The final ploy
To catch him once and for all
I leapt at him from the window
Tales of my skill are aplenty
I landed perfectly
Immobilising him
How dare he befoul our name
Oh to wag his tail with naïveté
Stealing the hearts...

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Nepal 
Kathmandu
a quaint, romantic name, 
had wanted to go there now it is a dream.
Nepal, this small mountain country
often used a golf ball between big countries
for purely selfish reasons.
Thousands of people killed and classical
palaces are reduced dust covering 
mountain tops 
as a fog of sadness...

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FOWL

a feathered flockin farm animal
just a bird
web footed floater who runs

 bird
common domestic rooster or hen 
maybe a turkey, I should duck
the meat of a domestic  used as food 

decontaminate, purge, 
disinfect, sanitize
brush rinse, scour
corrupt, rot, spoil

clarify, not cleansed much
bemire, besmirch, daub, grime, mire,...

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A mountainous town

Lalitpur is a charming town among high mountains
the air is pure; no need to take a shower every day.
I was going there but, in Rome, I lost my passport
had to drive home to get a new one, which took 
time and losing money.
Nepal...

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In similar kind the blood of violent dynasty's
remains distinct without conscience 
its empire of centuries
branded hot upon the slave born sweat 
and to dictatorship
bring the mind and soul of greed
for in the bestial mouth
ever shall the vampire feed

Better then to rule in heaven
yet still be...

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The egg is a food
That can befoul your mood
When rubbed on your face
   You're completely disgraced...

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The dainty faerie on tip-toe
And held gently in the dragon's
Clawed and gnarled hands, 
Poses dainty nose to craggy nose,
With mystic eye to golden eye 
And sharply demands 
Why he chose to doze
And let the wicked socerous
Befoul the forest lands.

Moral of the Story: Those who snooze...

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How do I wake up from this slumber night,
Nightmares are my henchmen... 

Am trapped in that bruise,
Silence is the sealed deal with God... 

My body is a nobody...
My soul is a befoul... 

Am seen as an inhumane puzzle,
Sadness slowly besieged happiness... 

Tension is the nervous...

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"House of lies, pride and bone, 
The gauzy instability in my augmentation, I feel the hostility commence deep into my lanes. I prom in the masquerade of the mirror and cannot identify myself as an entirety. The melody doesn’t assemble my body to sway, my...

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