Best Bristly Poems

HOME. By Ted Bundy

There is a place not far from here where purple maggots are the size of deer, pink frogs are there wearing bowties  and hats, now put your hands together for the rolling skating rats. Green fluorescent tawny owls are snorkelling in...

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The mask, with eyes brighter than the most brilliant star, 
Reflecting the sunshine & blue Ocean beyond, his eyes twinkle 
He smiles, I am dazzled, hypnotised...almost 
Powerless I am drawn to him, he is the strongest magnet 
I am under a spell of the highest...

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Defeat

Blood starts drippin’ from the soldier’s wound
Seeps like sewage ‘neath the politician’s room

Deep in the house, white fades to red
And the freedom we’re fighting for seems to be dead
‘Cause we can’t win like he once said
No we can’t triumph over the hate in our enemy’s...

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What is love? Love is a portrait of art and love is precious.
Love is amazing poetry, simple imagery of alluring beauty, 
Love is wonderful presentation filled with nice surprises, 
Love is the first duel in the field to conquer honour and duty.

Love comes at dawn...

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Except for an occasional
firm tug on my bristly neck,
daily walks were enjoyable.
I really don’t mind, what the heck
I get to sniff the things I love:
Poop, poles, an occasional *****;
A master I think the world of,
freedom to stop and quell an itch
all my needs in one...

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He squats the entire day,
extending his empty cup.
Cold sweat oozing from the pores
of his slack bristly white face,
yet he crouched spiritless,
hoping for kindness to tumble.

Desire split his dry lips,
but he stoops without a murmur,
parting the busy shoppers,
roaming up and down the Plaza.
He makes rhythm with...

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How to break an addiction. Decide to live.
What can I learn from my pain. Danger.
And friends are merely friendly, live on independent
of your injury. You will not be missed in church on Sunday.

Grass. Weed, broccoli, burrito, stink, pot, skunk.
I'm talking blue grama, upland bent, smooth...

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I want to
               Do
Things
            To you …

My fingers dance
Restless, tingling

Remember our
First night?

OH

MY

GAWD!

My tongue trembles
Behind my lips,
Warm, luxurious,

Waiting …

Remember?
That first night?

...

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CONSIDER, THOU BRAIN

Would thou consider, Brain
How much is the worth
I have strived these many years
From childish curl to bristly grey hair
In other for thee to reason and 
Be the base of ingenuity to life?

For this, I schooled thee
Here and overseas in alien soils
Larning to enhance...

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All bony frame and bristly hair,
like a graying werewolf
or a skinny bear
and you... 
so lovely, 
so feminine,
so how in the world
did I make you mine?...

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Frisky frog forgot to bathe
So off he went, to the creek
Alone in the water, he decided
He’d be so clean, he’d squeak

Silly squirrel, scattered his nuts
Along the bank where Frog swam
Sinking into the clearest water
Frog told the squirrel he should scram

Friendly fish whirled in the waves
Swaying...

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We walk about bristly in the heat of the day,not knowing when it will happen.
Some watch mere predictions on picture screens before setting out to complete routine tasks;
but who is to say what will happen for the unknown dwells with us.

I see a beautiful ...

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All puffed up, ducks, swans and goose
     fluffed feathers on the loose,
afterfeathers clinging to open flagged wings
     strutting as they move and sing.
Smaller birds hang back and low
     un-intimidting, gentle, calm, slow,
little barbs...

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Oh, how this winter rain would glide along,
descending down the landscape’s bristly curves…
It’s waiting just for our “Come on!”,
but simply, no one’s there to say the words.

Beneath, through the November mist at last,
the color-yielding trees are quiet now,
renouncing their leaves and summer past
and pounding on...

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THE BOTTLE FLY 
HARMLESS AND CUDDLY 
IN IT’S LUMBERING BEAUTY 
ALL METALIC 
LIKE THE COOLER PLANETS MUST BE 
SHINY GREEN AND BLUE 

NUZZLES ME AS I LAY ON THE FLOOR 
PASSING AWAY 

WATCHING MY MERCURIAL FREIND 
GRACEFULLY AND WITH GREAT CARE 
WALK 
ON MY 
STILL...

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