Best Cutout Poems

After the flurry
My soul delights
Soft curves before me
Ice cream dreams
Shadows dancing and stretching
Defining infinite frozen sculptures 

Ice diamonds 
floating through the air
Glistening
Riding the shafts of...

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Rice paper dreams, lanterns and beamers of peace  
lighting the way to my heart you are in far remote  
Intricate cutout beauty, please...

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Paper Doll Chorus Lines
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I didn’t miss the snub
Your fancy social club
Will just not be requesting my application.
But joy, as it turns out, 
There is no shred of doubt
That...

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Flatness 
	
	
	Consider the possibility of becoming 
	a two-dimensional surface
	with no thickness whatsoever. 
	No, face-down on the floor won’t get it; 
	at best your nose will...

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My, My, My

My life is a crack in the concrete
My faith is an old newspaper cutout
My soul is the drifting clouds
My heart is a crystal...

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White icing spread atop cut-out trees,
Shrubs melt,
expose green cutout cookie snowflakes,
Blue skies shove away clouds,
reveal warm glossy blanketed fields,
Sunshine toasts the breeze a golden crisp.
Gazing...

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I OPEN HER OLD DUSTY BOXES 
FILLED WITH HER MEMORIES 

PICTURES OF FAMILY, FRIENDS AND LOVED ONES
MANY OF THE SAME PEOPLE AND SOME NEW ONES,...

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My neighbor's orange pumpkin patch
seems so spooky and 'very scary' from my veranda.
A black cat cardboard cutout 'will still' give me a thrill
if provocatively poised...

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literary food for thought.

Self Mutilation:

(ah bet thar iz an app for that!)
within unlit partial "FAKE abattoir" 
   sans wardrobe alcove 
  ...

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All I had to do was love her with all my heart and it would be OK.
I clung to her to save her life, as...

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the silence of these

screaming profanities!

only the light rise

of my bosom,

fluttering erratically,

soon to die.

ever stinging ache within

ablaze, engulfing my torso.

 my inner-thoughts, my betrayal,

weakness emanating from...

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Walk see the mad woman a come
Walk a come she just a come
Listen to how she talk she is not one of us
She sound like...

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Every night this body
becomes a dissecting knife

a crime scene of blood
and unstrung flesh,

the lamb spreads the wool
for a deadly charge of skull plate

with a gift...

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Egalitarians of a smaller world
with forks for fingers 
chew loudly on the gravy train
of poor boys paper thin paychecks
spit me out cause I got no...

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