Best Damnedest Poems

Today's not one of my better days
Even I have 'em every so often
Believe me mine are rarer than most
Will be chuckling even in my coffin

Sure hope it doesn't freak someone out
And another kicks the bucket as well
A couple of funerals for the price of one
Coffin...

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Unquotable quotes : EVIL PEOPLE – VIIIL (42)

Animals (amphibians, reptiles),  birds, insects, dinosaurs and even imaginary beasts kill to eat. Humans for pleasure, pain and profit.

Evil people never think of Evil lest they feel remorse over whether the extent, duration and intensity of their...

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The Antics Of A Yoyo Thief

Potential life of as juvenile delinquent
(ala bam mean future streetwise thug)
stopped dead in the tracks – manacles
the above two lines hopefully gives hint
nearly changing changing life of one boy
an undersized puny kid 
whose aborted theft stint
constitutes the gist of following...

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In spite of all the terrible things 

That continue to happen all around the world

It's still the most amazing place to be

Undoubtedly there are some who would vehemently disagree

But from my humble perspective, this is how I feel

It's always been a matter of how we...

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nowhere in the neon lights
does it say hold on for dear life
we grab the bridle and dig our heels in
bouncing up and down as it kicks and spins

we sit in the diner--it's near midnight
you can see the damnedest sights
we stir our coffee trying not to...

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I just want to dream a little more,

before the sun dries up this stream of thought;

before my tongue begins to search for words

faded by the choke of night.

The sky screams in the hands of a harsh turn,

neither of us wants our darkness unveiled.

Yet,

I wish the...

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Burden

Would anyone notice if i were gone,

How long before anyone would come,

What if i just slowly became withdrawn,

This game of chess i am simply a pawn,

Is it easier for them to just ignore me,

Not acknowledge the issues they can see,

Sweep it under the carpet like...

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The Antics Of A Would Be Mama's Yoyo Thief
(now a penchant with less Zionist trenchant ululation to vent.)

Not a peep passed thru mine -
aye vaguely attest
what ten? eleven? twelve? age
of following anecdote at best
guest, but no
doubt yours truly
with figurative heart in chest
scared puny meek boy

tight...

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Now scores of years 
after botched minor theft penchant 
courtesy security guard
analogous to inquisitorial trenchant
unforgettable verbal lashing
(suppressing me ululation to vent)
unwittingly arresting snitch behavior
plus potential life of crime.

Not a peep passed thru 
pursed lip o' mine -
aye vaguely attest
what age ten? eleven? twelve? 
of following...

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brash …

you are
my petite paramour
the 'alternative' thang goin’ on
dyed, purple-red hair
perfectly-placed piercings and tats
(just enough to tantalize)
though nothing could befuddle the
exquisite frame you fill
the plump, darkened lips, like
juicy blackberries
coal-core Emerald eyes dancing above
do you really think
your knife so keen and cold?
I have felt the hilts...

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("FAKE") King Harry Kane...
also unknown as (D. Lucian Null)

Sprung from the best
     over active imagination damnedest
confection of this fictitious
     writer of fiction earnest

and frankly hoof
     avers zealous zest
(with sud'n soap er
  ...

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The man in the middle
is given to fiddle, not wrestle
with questions regarding the Earth.
He'll dither and fuss, leave the answers to us, 
never caring a jot what they're worth.

This man's in a bubble, 
ignores all the trouble 
afflicting his neighborhood, even his State,
he'll avoid disputes...

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“THE MASKING OF LOSS”



we used to talk a lot. 
we collaborated our ideas 
into something that's had 
me hooked since. 
she's been in a new 
relationship for a while 
and it's clearly gone 
to her head. 
there hasn't been much 
time between the two but...

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I like the smell of leaded petrol,
pure, unadulterated,
the destructive euphoria of which intoxicates me
innocently unaware that it has forsaken me;
before I could realize that
olfaction influences gustation
and addiction is not a hoax,
I had become a car
that wouldn't run without petrol;
like a plant that requires photoperiod-
except my...

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How do I write a poem about me,
What story is there to tell?
Do my words paint pictures,
Do they cast a spell?
What would someone say if he wrote a critique
About what it is that makes me unique?
I am often a dreamer,
And in my dreams I'll be...

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