Best Clipping Poems

~JSLambert does not (currently:) use, or encourage hallucinogenic drug use.

    Telepathic psilocybin prescription erasing elastic depression. Competition 
wanes, just when nocturnal emission...

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No use pretending to stars that seek
They seem to know where genius sleeps

I hear the sound, but not of harps. Instead the angels play guitar,
I...

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From a classroom,
       illuminating our tomorrows -
with a stick of chalk, you bring art
and insight to curious minds. 
Magically,...

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If I were a bird, would you clip my wings
then cage me away with pretty things?
And, if my wings were to be clipped
why not just...

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“When we fall in love,
We’re just falling…
In love with ourselves, 
We’re Spiraling” ~Keane

Speak, and forever hold me in chaos
For I will sift my way through...

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We are going to see a lot of changes, happen in the days to come
A time of serious reflection, into the many places we come...

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A talent you shall have from the one up above
Words given then written from memory with love
A clever thought of wit and rhymes through time
Transferring...

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Fingertips click a
desperate breakbeat
as eyes glaze over
in blue light baptism
please overwhelm me

Binary jungle,
you glowing cesspit
through the clipping
curtain echoes a choir
of post-post ironic
agoraphobics. 

Dopamine is a...

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Observe the bending of tree & flower.
To rages; a gale… in tempestuous hours.!
Rain deep in curtain, makes interplay;
Fresh night skies, await the sun in power.

Morn...

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Walking up the hill
Head on straight 
Strapping on gloves
Sitting on the gate
Clipping in the petals
locking up the brakes
leaning
standing 
sweating
shaking
waiting
and then
Slam...

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     It was my seventh birthday party, mother had everything planned,
Decorations were in the dining room, invitations sent out, balloons;
 ...

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For most of his 
Bumming around days
He was lost 
In dead end jobs
Once in the gym
He became a silhouette of youth
Weaving like a cobra
Slipping
Countering
Learning how...

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We might not be rich
we might not be poor
Happy with what we have
but we ask for more

Nothing too expensive
nothing too cheap
Something for our pockets
so we...

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In a little ultra Leftist bastion called Berkley
a congregation of American Libertarians came,
it was March 4th and proud patriots marched forth
in solidarity for America's freedoms,
celebrating...

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They stood poised to rise like sons
A collective of kindred spirits to wars
From this squadron pose they chose
They rose to face their foes

Arise like thorns...

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