Best Corpulence Poems

In a pursuit of excellence
All the effort, no violence
Not an endless, bourgeois voyage
Have all the possible courage

Need not be a total silence 
In a pursuit of excellence
When serenity knows no bounds
Tranquillity always rebounds  

It's a hard work, not at random
With knowledge and faith in...

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Trump To God

We never did discover what will be the cost
When around for long time have been bossed
And insulted, humiliated as well as criticized
Of a bunch of ignorance this has epitomized.

Aren't we supposed to be setting an example?
Instead of on others always trying to trample
And...

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Body Art
David J Walker

It was beautiful beyond any measure
As the birthplace of unheard-of ideas
Mothers wept
Fathers slept 
While the skin-toned canvas 
Spread thin and then 
thinner again 
with age
Topographic changes across the brow 
The eyes seized in torrents of time
The deliquesce of delicate hands 
Unplanned corpulence...

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I grow increasingly concerned
about living in an unhealthy monoculture
of educational
evangelical
judicial
legislative hubris

Rhetorically LeftBrain dominant
verbally debating
which empowered opinion leader
will improve my personal consumer powers
and ego-incorporated 
greed productive profits

In this competitive big Dog
eats little not leftbrain dominant 
feminized nasty girl-dog 
predative worldview

In which straight white male dominant
militarized
police state...

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The architects of cardboard town, will never shoulder blame.
From brick and stone built luxury, they sit immune to shame.
Whilst on forgotten streets the homeless, dwell in paper waste
Constructing prefab mobile homes, before each cold night breaks.

In handmedowns  and odd paired shoes, they shuffle in...

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The weeping canvas
drips it's wordings
o'er the upturned chins
of the thinning mind.

A diet;
not of health
but of nutritional void;
sapped of logic and heart,
to warp priorities
and starve it's principles.

Where a mass of ignorance
and complacency takes hold;
lavishing in it's own corpulence
as it ruptures the arteries
of the light of young...

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I stood on the bridge looking at the river below.
A strange-looking man came up to me and said “hello,
“Do you know where I’ll be able to find a job here?’
That is what the strange man asked me in a voice quite clear.
I said, “I don’t...

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Polarizing the Populous

Heaven’s tide is far and wide as they manage in their malevolent mockery
Their hands are tied and losing pride, dining without candelabra crockery
In a calamitous chasm their dreams in spasm as they awaken the nightmare
Scrapes of sarcasm thrown by the pious phantasm as...

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Vulnerability is rich soil for gratitude
while Yang strength is rockier,
less robust for absorbing flows of nurturing waters.

Just as gratitude 
is richer soil for abundance
than Yang attitudes
of elitist patriarchal supremacy.

At Yang's perpetual adolescent table,
each diner has his family's autonomous bowl and spoon
of diverse inherited sizes.
The object...

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The grain on my hills,
Made into your bread while
Children grew thin in their homes.

The swine in my pens, 
Roasted in your banquets until 
Your corpulence matched your greed.

The grapes grown in my arbors
Fed to you by ambitions whores
Or drunk from my chalices.

The woman in my...

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Written: February 07, 2024
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It appears as if 
the world has been 
coated by a wave of 
deceitful dictums,
  where faked reality
   appears to be popular, 
an appeal of mimicry shines 
even...

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This amazing red headed woodpecker has a solid rat-a-tat-tat
Creating a bit of interest from my well-fed old cat
Shark stops stalking my cardinals which are way too smart
And begins staring at the oak tree with the loud sounding bark.

A robin takes advantage and swoops in for...

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When I am old I shall be an acrobat Granny Fee said.
People will cheer and stomp their feet at me
The clapping will be thunderous
I may join Barnum and Bailey’s right now

I think they went out of business her grandson Joe said.
The rest of them almost...

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      Corpulence was once a sign of vast wealth
      Although these days it’s a sign of poor health ~

          Donald Trump may be obese
...

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