Best Breech Poems

One’s poetry not always will unfold
beneath its author’s pen as some suppose.
And poetry one is to yet behold
might slowly bloom before one plucks that rose.

At times the lines come breech, the labor hard.
A trial of thought; a repositioning
of words emerging, offspring of the bard!
And then...

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As it unfolds, labeled cold, a wall confines the innocent
It looms of iron, bricks, where stones
are thrown and rifles aimed 
to claim the hopes of those intent
to breech the sniper's scope

Risks are grave, if they should fail
and graves mound high, among the brave  

Outrage...

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I walk on the beach approaching night,
while sunset slumbers awaiting my sight
upon its descent to breech twilight.
The half-breed child of night and day,
is slowly dying and slipping away,
turning golden hue to grey.

Night has arrived, I turn my eye,
back to the moment just passed by,
disappearing into...

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My mood is purple today.
A pinch of chilly, a slap of icy rain. 
The kind of mood you silently curse.
When it knocks the sextant from self-worth. 
My mood is purple today.
so, you'll say hello to me first.
or there'll be no plastic cordial at all.
This purpleness...

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We war with impunity

And weaponise such things as the 
beauty of flowers

And all for what ?

When come today we have to guard the statues and Cenotaph that commemorate our fallen heroes

Only for them to suffer in death the indignity of being treated with such contempt...

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Dear Dr. Freud, what can I truly say?
You know my ego does get in the way
a heavy block of much love for the self
freezing up the chance for someone else.

I know that deep down in me is an Id
that’s stored away and properly is hid.
Trespassing...

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Open mind and open heart,
I knew i loved you from the start.
Forgot the poison you became, 
you carved my heart and etched my brain.
My aim was true, 
my arrow missed,
I close my eyes and bite my fist.
You drag your feet across my floor,
please don't forget...

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I watch the harbor through the falling snow
the sky and sea form one vast, gray tableau
the sun is nothing but a weak, background glow
the scene draws me, as if hypnotically.

Five mile’s lighthouse warnings go unvoiced
its strobes not lashing out, so what’s its point
it stands majestically...

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               Imagine I
            having fingers
  to gently press ’pon your skin

        ...

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When I was young, and adventure routine,
With excitement and newness still unforeseen
I was eager to spread my wings to the world
And seek more adventures as those wings unfurled

Within my long travels I happened to meet
Two other men, with friendships replete
One was named Beckett, the other...

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The Darwin Awards are a posthumous honor, recognizing those who have improved the human gene pool by removing themselves from it by their own foolish actions.

In a robbery way out in Long Beach
Elliot's handgun misfired in the breech
    Down the barrel he...

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Cars raced passed, 
As I patiently waited, 
Nervously filled with distrust. 
At a crossing where safe crossing, 
Is now indicated, 
This courier of fortunes 
Not yet out of luck. 
  
I pick up my pace 
Like a man on a mission. 
My thoughts now...

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I rage, my need for you bleeding helpless
tied, bound by these silken ropes of love
my cries will never reach your side, my life
over the music that deafens my heartbeats
I stand mute and solo without you
till we belong to each other
even if that destroys who you...

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Three points of ionic invisibility, drawn off the charted map
Of realism or reality, the calibrated compass spins out of 
Control, then suddenly freezing at polar northern degree!
Within the gravitational shift, a rippling vibrational influxes 
Occurs, ceasing time in a stalemates chest move, slats angles
Become uninclined,...

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There I stood.

Despite the education received in the Personal Growth class from my Catholic High School;
Despite the admonishments from my father concerning becoming “whipped”;
Despite the late bloom I would realize when it came to experiences with the opposite sex;

There I stood.

One month removed from my...

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