Best Coherency Poems

I live the life of a vagabond poet
    now approaching my winter years.
         A time for reflection
               through introspection 
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Today we hear Positive Psychology is hot.
To not agree is to be both negative,
and a snot;
too cognitively dissonant
arrogant
and dino-snore-a-lot.

When your loved one tells you,
for the thousandth time,
"You never listen to me"
you have been invited to a challenge
of double-binding negativity.

You will not find it helpful to...

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considering the inanity of writing a poem
 without  any idea  of a subject
  to write about has not deterred me 
from blindly filling the first sentence with words of little or no value.
Now that the fingers (two)
 flicker over the key board...

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The direct sensing of information may sometimes be deceptive and illusory due to such factors as coincidence, congruence, or the time-and-angle distortions of perspective. For instance, the parallel railroad tracks seem (mistakenly) to converge at the horizon,...

Buckminster Fuller, 100.021, p. 5, Synergetics 2, 1979)


Coincidental awareness:
To...

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C’mon, What Do You Believe? 

I am not a Christian atheist and never was, 
Although I did adopt it sometimes to get by, 
‘Cos my parents objected to my articulation, 
Smooth, fluent, of the bible’s progressive cry. 

I did not read it like that intelligently,...

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I know how it feels to die
For lungs to be emptied of air
Fighting in vain to save myself
Screaming in my mind its not fair
I know what death feels like
Detached and completely surreal
In the final seconds of coherency
Calmly realizing fate in real
When the struggle for life...

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I glanced over at him
and my face burned at his exotic gaze
I wanted to be with him, if only in his arms for a moment

knowing it was turning into a flat out sexual stare
I could still not bare to look away
his eyes were melting everything...

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GIFY: By Tokyo Mega Plex

Naught Meant To Be

"I used to know you as the best, but now I don't remember your name?"
--Anonymous quote

Best friends who imagined were inseparable,
who did things together as one or otherwise,
such seems to please both till the inevitable,
as these dynamics that...

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Decorating
 
“But what is real? If you mean those impulses and signals sent by your senses 
and which are then interpreted by your brain. Then the real can be anything 
your mind desires.” 

Morphius. 
The Matrix.
 
When a child opens its eyes
Awareness blossoming 
New upon...

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Incessant talk that bores you to death.
Nothing of value can be lifted from the conversation.
Screaming inside, wondering how long will the torture last?
Like nails on a chalkboard you can not escape.
The tongue flapping wildly with no coherency.
Wondering if being placed in the same room as...

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poverty stricken rally,
swing low sweet chariots...

no one to take me home

middle class no more, low verses the rich,

win to lose, 
never win win..

too bad for the nation,
too bad for the world,

ratification melting in the dreams of our lives,
days get shorter,

nights filled with bottomless swill
the crust...

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Desperate I cling to my last nerve of sanity
Desolate I feel submerged in autonomy
Unable to cope my senses grasp for exposure
Incapable of coherency I reach for a bolster
Vindicated by lifes cruelty my mind severs contemplation
Ostracized by popularity emotions wreak devastation
Paralysed with trepidation my heart sways...

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Knees against a forehead
Eyes hiding with no one searching
Feet chilled by the warmth of a tile
Anger ballooning, despair puncturing
Passive by nature, tortured by sutures.

Drops flow to flood, from transparent to red
Bonds of blood, not bound to bear
Actions seen, a joke glinting of an edge
Words could...

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The burden of holding it 
in my arms 
weighed me down to nothing.

I had not felt like myself for months, 
and no one noticed my morning breath 
at midnight or my late-night schnapps 
scented coffee.

My hatred formed from the voracity it had to suck 
on...

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ODE TO MONEYLENDERS

Oh, what designs can one possess
Lending succour to those with naught
Such desperate need one must confess
And how hard one must have fought

When courtesy has no more currency
With those to whom one is indebted
And there is a sad loss of coherency
Then additional loans must...

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