Best Cancerous Poems

“Peace I leave with you
           my peace I give you
     ...

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We don’t appreciate
the sun until it r a i n s,
warmth of gentle rays
that subtly stroke
distressed skin
  when time was f r o z...

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I am writing to you because I know you have a wish.
I have been thinking diligently about your wish. It is not
going to be easy...

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Death,
An old friend, as old as life,
We met soon after my birth 
He liked to play games with me 
“Be ready,” he said. “I am...

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It seeps into your bones this silent sadness
Spreading like a caustic cancerous liquid
Black and oozing slithery fingers into spaces
Once open petals to joy and light...

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Like an archaic humanoid dinosaur
     you  plunder through life taking no prisoners,
        ...

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How do you change a lie into the truth?
Alchemy, dear children ...
this is how it's done, using unverifiable proof

First, you take a sick, dirty lie,
and...

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strange it was there just the other day 
hanging about as usual, 
reminding me in my mirrored image 
of my definite femininity 
now gone, am...

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We have taken all anxiety
into our dreams
cruel, unfathomable acts 
lodge into our fascia, as pain

Part of a raging beast, 
oozing out of control
helpless cells, imbued...

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Melodic passion, lilting harmonies lull my slender fingers, 
when I play with the stringed keyboard, I sink into the  mellifluous music, can feel the...

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To God be the glory - great things he has done.



‘I am Eddie Rowlands, I became a Christian in 1985, at that time I also...

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Brown, yucky and tasteless
Toxic monsters
All tightly bundled
Into a thin roll.
That's me! 
Slim and handy
As I squeeze in between
Your fingers.
Burning my tail, 
I turn into ashes...

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Tonight, I think, I’ll write a few lines.

As the clock strikes the dead of night
And the thick darkness is slowly swallowing me up
Nothing but the...

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The Colour of Love

Kaleidoscope of spectrums
On the outside... looking in
There’s only one colour—Love—
Bound by prejudice.

Archaic transmutations
Bequeath this cancerous blight 
Upon each generation
For mass genocide.

Rose-coloured glasses...

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Will old age cause any of these?

a)  Tresses to become gray or white
b)  Inability to sleep at night
c)  Just when sleep finally...

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