Best Broiling Poems

Who will weep for my noble prince? Who will cry
With belly swollen with sorrow, and tears long
As the Black River? Who will hear the clouds...

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In the dimming light of her bedroom,
a child sits facing the wall in her bad chair.
She has to go potty, but she doesn’t dare.
So she...

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Higgledy-Piggledy,
Young Dr. Frankenstein.
thought he was able to
cook up a man.
baking and broiling and
incomprehensible
things to invent such a
Frankenstein plan....

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I had a Dream with Dragon in it, yes, just this morning, yes, today!
And the Dreams that linger, that I recall, are usually bad, I’m...

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Spirit of the night
  Spirit of the night soil man
  Spirit of the night soil man is awake
  Spirit of the night...

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humanity beached 
pink flesh broiling in the sun...
fish and chips with oil
  
*seasoned with summer...

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Love Is War

Date: Sat, Nov 7 2015 at 6:37 PM

I wonder who will walk with me thru the "Storm"
To keep my hands "Warm"
With a Crown...

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Silence...


...Just wait...


Wait a couple seconds...no, really.

Just WAIT...


In the distance, 
a tremble of the air itself.
A subtle quiver of it's molecular structure.
A charge, causing your hair...

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each gleaming candle with it's yellow glow, surrounds her beauty like an aura. Her 
eyes are like a cats..sparkling with curiousity and wonder as she...

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Enchanted by skylarks I surrender my time.
Day's sun unabated riveted me to broiling heat,
I stew in my skin. Every toxic thought
Pollutes my surface as is...

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Summer cooking on the beach,
Slap the sunblock where I can’t reach,
Baking in this broiling sun,
Ever since the day begun.

I’m roasting alive can’t you tell?
Touch my...

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Everybody moved out of the country to get a taste of the shining city
Ripe banana, ripe plums, are perishing in Uncle Sam’s broiling sun
I cannot...

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TWO OLD GODS

Two old men.
That’s all; not much to look at.
Their frail, broken shadows shrunk against the sunny morning
Brightness slowly searching its way through gnarled...

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Baking, broiling, blindingly bright, blistering sun,

Super scorching, sweltering, sizzling sand

The kabob that is my body skewered, searing

Deceptively blue skies devoid of any deliverance

No cavalry of...

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Gone I past the planetary galaxies
 Lounging on the back of comfy comet
 Whistling:  here I go and i will be there, through fearful...

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