Best Blanking Poems

The jury was unanimous
Twelve cried out justice
Guilty
It was just before the changing hour
The hanging planned for quarter past midnight or so
The moon was full, the shining light exposing deaths dance
The grim reaper was ready, one more for his collection

I was ready for this moment
Ready to...

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Wet Blurting

80 year Ole Francisco, yes he  said,
 off the blinking top of his head,
A bowel fix here today!
Ya know cheese blocks you up instead,
Don’t blurt in diss-aray,

Old people drop one, an go ooooh,
Some feathers in the fluff,
Sand Goannasa drowning in the stew,
Could fill...

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I’m in a psychology class and as part of it we filled out several, detailed, personality evaluations. They said these were helpful in forming a psychological profile of the freshmen classes each year and of particular interest were these COVID years.

The professor said she’d be...

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Why do I do it, It’s hard to explain
This obsession that’s driving me slowly insane
The dark hours seem endless, the boredom intense
You would think at my age I’d have more common sense

The weather’s ‘Brass Monkey’ bitter and bleak
With many blank sessions for many a week
In...

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Where do you go when the night is too dark
     	covered in ink
	beyond the moon
       	obscuring the stars?
Where will you hide when fear descends
	past reason
	stealing breath
	blanking the mind?
What can you do when the pain is...

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AFRICA DREAM
In hunger's bloat and nagging pain,
the tropic heat and burning rain,
in sight of all the world that cries,
where hope is dead or soon it dies,
their fight is for an ounce of grain.

Death takes the innocents it finds,
and leaves a blanking of the minds,
they dare...

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Water

Water flowing down
babbling, full of joyfulness
giving life to all

Sun

Soul of life are you
blazing ball of sparking fire
lighting up our world

Clouds

Gentle clouds drift by 
casting shadows over all
blanking out the sun


written 08/21/2013...

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The day has started once again people rushing to their spots
Frequently humming, and forgetting their words and dots
The day has started and with all sorts of voices scattering 
Frequently hesitant, in smiling and remembering to breathe 
The day has started with heart beats pacing slow...

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Im married to writing 
but I'm cheating on her with music. 
Both of them give me the release I need 
but music is like the light to my cigarette
An ointment made just for my soothing 

My wife likes to block me sometimes 
to the point...

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It hits me like a wave, churning deep within my gut.
Holding my breath as the situation sinks in.
(Climbing a stairway to heaven)
People staring, eyes peering, thinking of a way to get out
(drifting up in a cloud of smoke)
Pale face reddens as heartbeat quickens
(Flying away on...

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Good morning from the ascending light 
Good night from the descending night 

I'm sorry, darling of past glee
I'm not sorry that we were together and happy

I'm a house and you're the ground
I'm the mouse, caught without a sound
Sucks to be you, under a rock all...

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Madness
Mild Psychosis
Grips fragile Precipice
Escalating Insanity
Purple sirens poised beneath numb bleached eyes
Staring down white bulbs blanking glare
Piercing screams flip the surge
Neurostatements
Madness



© Kim van Breda – 27 October 2014...

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Friends used to say like an elephant I never forget
these days I have the memory of a goldish or amoeba
often find myself staring blanking into the fridge
wondering what I am doing there, what I’m looking for

The building that once housed each of my living moment
Sometimes...

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the slice
the gash
the blood
the flow
the flush
the rush
the endorphins
spreading 
throughout 
the body 
(sensual shock
to the brain)
the alcohol
the bandage
the cover-up 
the revealing
the lie
the emotional
scar
the return
the hack
the gouge
the dig
the deeper wound
the blood pouring
the blood shooting
out like a fire hydrant
the flush like the
falls of Niagara
the larger rush than
before
the explosion...

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You said my problem was my lack of love
You said my problem was my hard exterior
You said my problem was I rarely cared
You said my problem was that I'm never there
I know my problem's my lack of balance
I know my problem's my lack of public...

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