Best Defecating Poems

Olive green bottle garden
once beautified her perfect patio.
Resplendent with venust foliage
and pretty alpine flowering cacti.
Sadly, with declining mobility
its owner no longer ventures outdoors.
Now grungy, its only visitors
are two defecating pigeons....

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“The Evolution of a Broken Heart”



In thy hands, 
I gently placed it

lacking hesitation’s pleas and virtues
‘twas ne’er a time to be uncourageous
plucked somewhere from deep within
my honorable, clean gilded home where
pure intention sat regally spartan
upon her stony throne

In thy hands,
I gently placed it

Like some glistening...

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Am I not an empty shell?
A crystal egg if you will, as I slowly swell...
In my excrement's of love,
Am I not a fetus freak?
Abandoned by the love I seek, void full tears...
Am I not a decaying embryo?
If not your love be my foe, a sacrificial...

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Eating, bathing, grooming, defecating and sleeping
All these are activities of daily living

We are breathing same air
Combing everyday our own hair
Warmed and darkened by same sun
Sleeping after a whole day is done
Shot or cut; black and blues we can have
Different type but our hearts same. It...

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Unquotable quotes: Fat People – XXIX

(I know this piece sounds mean and cruel but as every single parent must have experienced, this is also the expression of utter exasperation, and perhaps there’s also the slightest hint of an iota of necessary truth in it after...

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In Ulzana's Raid,
the Native- and European-American concepts of property ownership
      and rights
are incompatible and irresolvable. McIntosh
had no illusions about that. He said hating Apaches for killing whites
is like hating the desert for having no water.
I suspect the movie's not a...

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They are perched everywhere just waiting. 
If you feed them, they will start defecating. 
Some people consider them rats with wings. 
Pigeons can do some of the nastiest things. 
I went to the car wash to get my car clean. 
What a flock did was...

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Just to set things straight before I rant on.
I believe in God
Religion in almost any form disgusts me
They were given this earth and life in all its glory
What did they do in appreciation ?
They promptly invented a better place!
Heaven. Paradise. Angels, Virgins (why?)
And of course...

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Spirit of the night
  Spirit of the night soil man
  Spirit of the night soil man is awake
  Spirit of the night soil man is abroad,
  Here, the emerging mystery, more a sinister from a
 dungeon,
  When twilight sat on...

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Direct clay was turned into required elements
parts, sections, groups, classes in proportion
to set in every function in as pottery style,
osteoblasts turned into bones to form the cage,
limes were to join each point of the body 
veins surrounded in and out of 206 bones
hard, soft, wide,...

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In the funky train,
 All the hoo-ha-noisy end in fisticuff;
 As the crumpled greenback hand-out cough,
 The law has nothing to handcuff, 
  
 Maneuvering on the sloppy storey hill
 A frantic dance of dead-drunk crazy masquerade;
 Man-handling the dare-devil by weary drenched soaked...

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I often voice record poems when I’m defecating on the toilet –

I wonder, could this be considered as poetry dumping…

just askin for a friend lol

NB As the Queen of Poop I will NEVER be 'de turd' from posting my poems on what is a poetry...

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NINTYTHREE 
NINTYTHREE 
 
 
 
 
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Level Of Intention 
 
eye had to pay for internet by the hour the word the line 
eye ran out of money in 1995 
the Computor had a dollar slot and a coin changer on the side...

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Fear thee not, for thy sweet stench of dormant death is in the aboulic air
Thus in thy fraught, and benighted breath to ask for thy life to shamely spare
Or be quick thy death, defecating and releasing thy sacred salubrious soul
For thy wick in candle, awaiting...

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When confronted with
edicts of expendability,
the sanest of minds
condemn usury as a practice
defecating on
the nobler edicts of survival
until all herded
charge the very gates of compliance....

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