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Premium Member Cocoon

"Cocoon"

They say...
a New World 
traces over the old,
leaving the unaware,
erased, far behind 

the old unaware, 
left far behind,
crawls the walls
in its web of lies
spinning suspect 
strings of silk 
in the air

glistening diamond nets
slick and sticky with the sense 
of capturing a life 
drowning in teardrops
that...

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Categories: brokering, muse,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member The Whips of History - 3
We will be the trustees of life's passions...
The villas of villainous Rome are burning behind me
from Capua to the Cisalpine Alps the skyline is smoldering from her savage sins,
monuments of luxury built, furnished,  and sustained by generations of misery
crumbling in the aftermath of egalitarian...

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Categories: brokering, history, passion, poetry,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Pride Before a Fall
Putin rides Russia’s pride
Cheers ring nation wide
Swept along by the tide
No matter, Putin’s stride

Putin derides all global calls
Jeering at the soft flung balls
High on the home-pep of it all
Playing pride before he falls

Before today Putin was creaking
Students raised aside his speaking
Syrian brokering coated his ceiling
Olympic...

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Categories: brokering, political,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Brokered Convention
The secret meetings taking place
Big Business and the rich
Planning changes to the voting
Letting them choose which

Candidates that were rebuffed
and no longer in the thick
People spoke "don't want their kind
now Big Business pulls a trick

Candidates convention votes
will then be cast aside
Brokered deals with shady scams
rewarding those...

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© Pete Yuhas  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: brokering, corruption, patriotic, political, power,
Form: Narrative
Zarathustra Gave Me the Green Light Part Two
from conscionable, fashionable, 
and inimitable laudable official,
regal unequivocal x all did (re: exalted)
gratuitously justifiable management, 

this citizen banker does hint intend zealous altercation, 
but bestir commonwealth, dutifully engineering 
fairness, given hover into jaundiced keeper
LivingSocial lee, man hooverring 
opprobrious presidential qualities!

Pointblank obnoxious 
quintessential recklessness, subpar, 
tacitly...

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Categories: brokering, america, anger, angst, betrayal,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Tempus Fugit - Part One
LVI Elapsed October 17th's Bore Witness To A Girl Born With True Grit

Tuss ben big goo me newt to write
and how though trite
thine complex edifice immersed in spite
which doth nobody any good RIGHT
hence hie exerted effort
from within this quite

mindful sib bull ling to detach himself...

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Categories: brokering, beautiful, celebration, courage, dedication,
Form: Ode



Inferiority Is Complex
She had a masters degree,
from Trinity Cambridge,
was brokering deals in the city,
with overheard talk re. financial leverage. 
Whilst I’d a diploma
from a,
“technical” college. 
A photographic memory, 
from heart she could recite, 
the Shakespeare plays and
the complete periodic table,
and her port and whisky bottles had their...

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Categories: brokering, angst, books, break up,
Form: Prose Poetry
Facade
Halfway through learning life you find therein the games
Played by the oblivious and those who made names 
Then your simplicity in view begins being challenged 
As make believe is by hard facts rearranged
That society is both with and without bearing 
For the old warmongering and...

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Categories: brokering, christian, deep, truth,
Form: Rhyme
Tony's Song
Tony works at the butcher store                                       ...

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© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: brokering, allusion, animal, culture, humor,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member Faustian Bargain
A smashing sound stirs, they “bang the gavel.”
Concessions granted; court begins to unravel.
The eight need votes, an agreement was reached. 
Abandoning rightwing values once preached
Tenure, cast it as a repudiation of his failure to lead.
Accusations of advancing policies, this day he’ll heed.
Policies that harm American...

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© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: brokering, anger, corruption, devotion, discrimination,
Form: Rhyme
Bartered Quill
Considering me a talented, aspiring shill
My muse loaned me a feathery quill
Brokering her wisdom, leasing her skill
With embroidered frills each barb with beauty did distill
Lithographer's vision, a graceful dividend to reveal 
Depreciating vane my artistic license to  bill
Hollow shaft gilded so her availing light can the...

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Categories: brokering, art, devotion, me,
Form: Rhyme
Know
Beating euphoria
in its dense mass,
energising to
overcome


cocooning
in the rubble
of remininse,
swallowing gumdrops
that grow bones,
while brokering deals
with a devil


and in a grotto
spinning the prism,
watching 
as a kaleidoscope
of life,
glimmers by,
silent pictures
illuminated and
reflected from time,
strafe the walls


While drawing a line
between all pleasures
and agonies,
now run
out of thought,
as dogs of a devil,
snap...

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Categories: brokering, life
Form: Blank verse
Though Amply Rested I Still Yawn
Though amply rested, I still yawn

And feel energized after
light exercise doth spawn
break through viz mental impasse,
where endeavor to coax 
germinating ideas to sprout
about as successful as 
buzzfeeding, jump/kick starting 
rooting brown lawn
to whether drought.

Long fostering literary creativity
analogous to prying open
figurative curtain drawn
shut tight within
thy noggin...

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Categories: brokering, absence, art, baptism, blessing,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Until Now
Until Now
David J Walker

This poem was waiting for
The right paper before 
It is said 
It is Written 
of 
Printed plain words 

until now 
unspoken 
Thoughts and hearts in clouds 
Crowds of dry denizens crying in the dust

Until now 
Unbroken 
On the edge of ether and...

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Categories: brokering, allegory, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
loss by your own hand
it's 12 am and i cant breathe
my mind, flashing through images and moments and pockets of space and time
a restless energy
a redemptive ache
as i scream the name of a distant god
its 1 am and the silence is so loud
at the computer, i take my first...

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Categories: brokering, grief, silence,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things