Best Defection Poems

Double Acrostic

I just want to mention before you read this poem that "Oasis" by Charmaine Chircop
allowed me the inspiration to write this. Thoughts had been swirling through my mind 
for about 24 hours and I was having difficulty finding the form to express them. Those
of...

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“The History of a Wasted Mind”

 

What goes through the mind of a recidivist
Fist full of hate and hurt marking time
Fist full of history, got down with the dirt
The History of a Wasted Child
The History of a Wasted Mind


Some think that War in the World...

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forgot what I had set out to remember
when my deconstructed self
discovered there was no authentic anything
saw through it all every granule
how we became the unwitting tools
of smarter people who really weren't smart enough
concluding if this is life
you can imagine what death is like
I can tell...

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Shards of listening sunflowers, she's trapped in the gardens reflection,
contaminated shattered seedlings was not the topiary's intention,
inside the stamen, her severed particles, causing an afflicted defection,
scraps of glass and plastic lies beneath the roots, depleting the petals complexion,
the world divides into pieces from this stagnant...

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**Double Acrostic**

****Brown Sugar****


Bourbon complexion small tight frame, fancy.
Rhythm sensual, untamed yet so classy. 
Overall a perfect ten, infectiously sassy!  
Wily this temptress, like the modern day  
Nefertiti, I kneel before this empress

Sweet never sour, passionate to the core.
Understanding, we've built a strong rapport.
Glamorous,...

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Life is like that extent 
     Live that moment 
                   to full extent 
         ...

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After the election,
at least two things will continue without interruption: death and taxation.
After the election,
two kinds of people, the rich and the poor, will remain without interruption.

After the election,
I will continue to pray, to go to church, and keep writing new poems and stories.
After the...

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Black Men,
I see your power.
And, although sometimes well disguised,
and sometimes compromised,
buried between paler thighs,
scrutinized, by paler eyes...
I see your strength.
And, I see the wisdom in your eyes, 
as a prize.
And, I hear what's being said about you,
but I don't believe the lies,
from him, her, them...
Not...

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Election Day Footles


Non-Voters

Passive
Asses



Unenrolled Voters

Selection
Defection



Last ditch pitch

Stand out
Hand out 


Crumpled and pitched

Pamphlet
Spam-let




3/3/2016...

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Your face contorts in a twisted effort
Plaintive in non-decorous reverberation
A terrain around a pair of distant orbs 
Lost in extemporaneous consternation
To ward off the fear of unwanted evanescence
Upon the wanton revelation
Of a day you wish had never existed
Tremors beset a set of fingers 
While the...

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I have fought on the dark battle fields of hell,
and have been favored by the fortunes of heaven.
I neither fear nor fret, and put the cares of others above myself.               ...

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Vers Beaucoup 

The Vers Beaucoup, a poem for created by Curt Mongold, which is French for “many 
rhymes”. Each stanza (you can have as many stanzas as desired as long as they follow the 
rhyming scheme) consists of four lines with a rhyming word scheme...

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The anointed Jesus comes with the Power of God
and the working of prophecy will he complete
he will trod the habitable beneath his feet
till the nations shall know that Jehovah be laud

All things spoken of him will come to pass
with a shout he will to earth...

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Only the disturbing wings of the fly
Hissing at the corners of the gravy room
Who died still a puzzle
Straight heads would pass for a lecture room
Black robed in a modern market square
High benched listen ready to give dictation
Only the spirits could leak their minds

Could imagine waterfalls...

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Savannah your the source of all my stress
And you played me like a game of chess
Checkmate you know the rest
I will never back down and I will not digress
This was all written to express
How much i ****ing hate you is what i need to confess
In...

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