Best Breastfed Poems

The raging beast of fear in darkness was
Conceived
Its father: Terror  
Its mother: Ignorance, 
With the black milk of hate was it
Breastfed, 
By wrath was...

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Take your fill of my time
Does it thrill you? 
Do I play every right chord in you,
Or do I dethrone your frustrations
Into raw rage?

Take your...

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You always chew tobacco,
You make love with Armando,
You were in love with Roberto,
You do hum the old echo,
You eavesdrop to listen songs in Latino,
You enchant...

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The Prejudice Most Precious

"Mothers are the most maniacal of mass murderers."
-- not yours the child killed
by a teenage mass school shooter  

*...

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Damian Sr. spent two nights in
Saint Michael's Medical Center 
With his wife and his new 
Beautiful baby boy.
They were welcomed home by
Damian's friends Sébastien 
Shakespeare...

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The bastard child of Hatred.
despised and rejected.
Breastfed flames of destruction
from the breast of Lust.
Wrapped in the darkness
of Cruelty
blinded by Ignorance.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka
The...

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The bastard child of Hatred 
despised and rejected.
Breastfed flames of destruction 
from the breast of Lust
wrapped in the darkness
of Cruelty.
Blinded by Ignorance
Written by Keith Edward...

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There was a taste of magic in the air with the newly found joy of anticipating         ...

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born 
baby 
beautiful 
breathes...so soft 
bliss 

bawls 
bottle 
bedtime cry 
breastfed...instead 
boy...

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It’s not my dress that defines my womanhood
Not my age or my hair
Neither my heels not the lipstick I wear
Not even the way I walk...

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Grow Up.

Oh why oh why
Did we have to grow up?
I was happy as Larry
And a pig in muck

When  I was just a baby
Everyone would...

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Are veiled adra holy? Seventy-two in a packing
Where can eyes find that place where god shows his leg,
and no sex or sin is lacking. Rivers...

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Of all of the maladies
that pay us a call
emptiness must be
the darkest of all

Like a thousand blank pages
of an untitled book
Or a lifetime of savings
that...

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The soul is not
  by nature born

Or by the earth
  breastfed

It kneels before
  loves distant star

Whose light
  —its promise wed

(Villanova Pennsylvania:...

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The breastfed future
  stripped motherlode

The past untethered
  —back on the road

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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