Best Defacing Poems

Sometimes In silence
I question citrine stars~
what streams beneath
murky waters,
Is hope still flowing 
through rusty ripples,
why do we live
in an orb 
of sheer blindness, 
would the wind
ever seize tunnels
behind the black hole,
or are we destined 
to narrate novels
too narrow and unseen
for the naked eyes.
Whilst the earth...

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Satan is destroying your graveyards
And defacing your Synagogues
Now you remember that
You are black too...

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My mind is racing. 
My dreams are defacing. 
Everyday is the same,
Every night is a shame. 
I need to continue bracing.

My nightmares and fears are interlacing.
My heart needs a gracing.
No one can take blame,
My heart is the only one guilty.

I need a sad songs embracing,
Or...

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Why not make a real difference?
By mending broken down walls and fences.
Instead of defacing personal and business property.
Recognizing people and their business need the
freedom to operate them.  A healthy and productive
economy, Complete with equal employment opportunities
Is beneficial to all of our countrymen and country...

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There are those who are still waiting for the signs to tell them what to do.
There are those who will do the opposite of what the signs tell them to do.
There are those who don't understand what the signs want them to do.
There are those...

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Yours is a horrendous bother
I decode one side, you obfuscate another!
I twist and turn, twist and turn again
Fingers engrossed around your parts, another twist
extirpates the other side! My enthusiasm refuses to wane.
I warp your shifting visage, weave the obliterated wrist,
Only succeeding to dislodge several faces,
I...

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It’s when the night settles in
and the bridge collapses at one end
that you pull me in and let me drift
on moonbeams soothing glow….

You pull me away to another land
where dreamers join, hearts in hand,
drifting on love….hopes expanding
realities calmed…pain releasing

It’s here, it’s now, where we stand...

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What condition is my condition in?
said Yang to Yin.

Unconditional love of enemies,
antagonists,
annoying pests with deploying ideas 
of their own
about how I should be 
and could become right now,
requires more than non-violent listening,
although this is a good start,
sang Yin to Yang,
listening for bully syntax and boorish...

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I love you better 
than Cookies and Cream,
my lifelong favorite

more than seas playing footsies
with shore clams
in cuddly tropical sands

The warmth of enticing Caribbean 
soothing waters
                 
(billowy-sails...fields of overhead 
stars...night's...

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SHOCKING!!!!!!!! WHAT? THAT?


Bad taste?
They know not what is at stake
They do as they please
Then later beg for forgiveness
A right sin
And a dismal business

Nothing is shocking anymore
To thump each other
They go to the extremes of bad taste
The exotic of the past
Is now the mundane of today

To...

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My mind is euphoric from scenes historic
Assyrian chariots innovative wheels bristling Mesopotamian plains
Paring the ranks of each, dated infantry formation
In Greece, anesthetizing anvil of the Dorian invasion
Glorious bronze relics supplanted by cheaper iron distillation
Persian armies: Greek hoplites, Scythian archers; mercenary aggrandization
Shrinking rebel hordes in Asia...

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As peepholes windows rattled on over pot holes,
 In the inner sanctum, dim-light show darkly,
 As prolific pickpockets glimpsed full fat purses;
 With stealthy filty paws to fiddle and fondle inside hot
 pies
 Where hustling market's women chests underwear pouches,
 Raucous kerfuffle flew after razor...

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There was a garden gnome named Griselda
who lived by my back garden gate
she was nasty and mean, at times quite obscene
to Gregor, her poor garden mate.

She screeched and she stomped as she threw things
like my spade and my best flower-pots
she awaited on my roof- no...

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Degenerative issues for the gunshop owner
are also regenerative opportunities from the gardener.

Lack of civil civics lessons slacked 
for small persons made of evil
is also opportunity to learn love's live,
is evil respelled backward.

Please stand as you are able 
to sing along in your best country western...

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Wild Atlantic Way

The sea, slowly surging, crashing, claiming;
Waves endlessly corroding, consuming;
Rocks deeply wrinkling and age defacing;
Seaweed lashing as in a gale swirling.

The sky steaming, magically misting;
Demons forming, twisting, disappearing.
The wind wailing, dementing, high pitching.
Gritty greys powdering, sunlight blotting.

The land shouldering, cringing, succumbing;
The shore crumbling, earth...

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