Best Constraints Poems

The goal of being is a task
assigned by those who know best
from the rules put to page
bringing most to broad dismay

to be unique is not a goal
exalted above those below
to be set in boxes with four walls
much like a prison where dreams die

bars for windows...

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Thy birth on January 13th – 
   cervical contractions 
   would not abate
the pesky master (papa), strove 
   to synchronize seminal bait

thence, forty-two weeks 
   after ma parents did pro create 
imminent lviii plus years ago to...

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I was a soul born in chaos
my beginnings and consciousness infinitesimal
I have been blasted by forces
outside of my own natures call
and yet I can see the raw beginning
of a mind fluid
with the elements of the cosmos
this "life" has been an experience of
implosions , explosions ,...

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Sabotaging orbitofrontal communication incorporating connection between anterior cingulate gyrus cortex heightening activity bridging (via atom sized pontoon bridges) greater activity upon basal ganglia, which synoptic description does nothing to alter the predisposition to ingress of uncontrollable imbecilic, inexplicable, and illogical fixation particularly during onset of...

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Lost in the euphoria of love
Swimming like the river had no endings
Regardless of the story fate would always have to tell

I was entangled by the hooks of her warm embrace
I dangled in the mingle feeling like i had an angle
Only but to find out that...

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An inner impediment to sex…
I am not comfortable with you like this.
My attractions are so profound.
However, I do not want to be denied.
You see I know you have been around.
I heard you telling my brother about how she clowned.
For reasons I knew you and she...

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asper the invisible nemesis – i.e. electrical 
impulses faux nattering nabobs of mien nativity 
whereat unseen thriving sensational riffraff 
quenched powerhouse ousting nestled milk
maids, or rather pressing said resources, 

sans vitality into dangerous, frivolous, 
and horrendous self destructive antics, 
where ballistic charges drugged eminent 
domain...

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Thy birth on January 13th – cervical contractions would not abate
the pesky master (papa), strove to synchronize his seminal bait
thence, forty-two weeks after ma parents did pro create 
Imminent lviii plus years ago to date 
this present baby boomer doth indubitably and inherently equate
Nineteen hundred...

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the onset of emotional nadir, 
   where ballistic ordnance bombed away
fancy free, innocent, naïve boyhood 
   decrying, detonating, and describing me own Pigs Bay
Allied, linkedin, and synced Luftwaffe 
   and Panzer division invasion that clay
like materiel within southern cerebral...

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I dream in the morning
As lowly constructs constrain at night
Coercing my memory:
Death's cousin makes me their dancing fool

As a child, I had nightmares and thieves--
They indulged their appetites from my solace
Now, I only dream in the daylight
For my sleeping beauty calls me at night

"My Heart...

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Life is rarely fair,
no one wants to share;
everyone’s out for themselves.
Love can change a heart,
but first, we must start
to think outside of ourselves.

Good guys finish last;
that die has been cast
in stone by a creed of greed.
But random kind acts
create little cracks;
that hold humanity's seed.

We believe...

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In four and sixty syllables
He strains to squeeze some thoughts profound
Into unyielding manacles
Of 8x8 form, tightly-bound.
He seeks to hand-pick words that sound
Unforced by metric obstacles
That sing and sensibly expound -
In short, do verbal miracles!...

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In this complex box of world, 
compact box of world, 
where all are jumbled – fumbled,
where the mightier reign their voice, 
others adore their choice,
how? how can I guide you to nail   
a steadfast identity,
a fixed poetic self?

I dreamed, 
as a young poet,...

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Let that myth die that rhymes freedom refrain,
That, grammar a sonnet’s sweetness fetter,
That, pen’s creativity they constrain,
Nay, they add to their beauty, scarce deter.   
The metre that appears to restrain,
In truth, entices a sonnet to sing,
For, where would pleasure be if there’s no...

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O, dear soul, who besieged your path to undress you?
And bound your hands with threads of sorrow anew.  
To shatter your hopes, where sickening darkness blends,
A dreadful cloak that flails the joy your life tends.  

Who finds rest when goodness is pushed away,
Replaced...

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