Best Deforming Poems

Bloom not, cruel wolfsbane
In this forward spirit of mine
Let the moon dim and wane
For love has diseased my kind 

The girl was luscious in the wake
Rising at break of dawn
If only she knew I was a mistake
Before we made the bond

I grew fond of her...

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Awaking blithe each morning,
with eyes upon the World,
I wonder, are we mourning
with ebon flags unfurled –
or are they but a warning,
some draped like snakes and curled,
stray stars and stripes adorning,
sent from the netherworld.

I wander through the garden
with nothing on my mind
and say 'I beg your...

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I am very pleased to be able to present
a sixth collaboration with great friend and poet,
Robert Lindley, who is well known to you all
for his magnificent epic masterpieces.
Our latest collaboration is marked by
an unexpected brevity that has, I believe,
pleased us both in its pointed execution.
I...

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I am very pleased to be able to present
our sixth collaboration, with my great friend
and very talented poet, Lawrence Sharp.
Always a true honor for me to be able to 
collaborate with such a friend and very 
talented artist.

A Shadow Emerges

As its light was shining bright
a...

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~A Poem That Took A Week Or More To Write~
                           Scars Left Behind.

Scarred since birth born with a congenital...

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Enemies of the peace
Are not consecrating the life
Tampering with the nature
Crucifying the childhood
On the sidewalks
Burying the chastity
In the brothels
Killing the light
Before coming the dark

Enemies of the peace
Adoring the wars
Kissing the poverty
Dreaming with the famines
Clapping for catastrophes
Destroying everything
Schools
Hospitals
Synagogues
Churches
Mosques
Temples

Enemies of the peace
They want to uproot feelings
To extinguish...

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In my dream
Thomas Jefferson pops out a pilgrim
in The Jeffersons family,
proprietors of Chinese laundries
on the best end of Main Street’s forested path
emerging toward Sanford and Sons 
and Daughters Recycling Dump.

Here, midst polyglot stone soups
both informing and deforming,
occasionally reforming
without asking permission first
to speak without listening
and act...

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A woman in rags with beautiful skin
Rusticity seen all over looking for a job 
To her the village sky was too small to win
She wanted to soar in a city sky to probe.

Moved to the city in one-room apartment
With her husband & daughter with wishes.
After...

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A woman in rags with beautiful skin
Rusticity seen all over looking for a job 
To her the village sky was too small to win
She wanted to soar in a city sky to probe.

Moved to the city so many miles apart
With her husband & daughter with...

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"The Honey Masquerade in Delta"



Love and Lust
ignores
ALL

The Others dissolve
who cares, Lovers don't - 
Lovers are in a world of their own

Lovers dance 
through shadows

Love and Lust
play their own game

Unafraid, they play
Day into Night
Night into Day

Burning sweet like toffee
they play,

The Honey Masquerade 

In a World of...

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That soft-spoken Sovereign commands a big stick, 
runs the world into ruins, once our bailiwick.
If asked why, He grins grimly, pale lips slightly pursed:
"Vindication? Straightforward: It's Me and Me First" 

(To mesmerise people He needed a spell
and to wreak such a rune, His soiled soul...

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Solar flare of souls, their rebellious radiance glows
Luscious light outflows, all boundaries it outgrows
Seeds break their hulls, toward the light they crawl
Gripping the dark earth tight, craving heavenly light 

The surface is penetrated, broken, a quiet joy unspoken
Blue Angels, Visions, all break out of their...

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Ebola childreN

Sons and daughters of dead bodies
orphans to fading villages,
victims of hunger and malnutrition.
your skin peeling of your bones
limbs keep treading on soil filled dead glories
children of empty promises where graves await your deforming spirit.

children of ebola,sons and daughters of designed suffering
totems of early parenting,
culprits...

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As I saw your
caged
soul rioting for my
attention, I knew
you to be my 
perfect
victim and started
envisioning how to
ravage
your beauty so it could 
ensnare
and impersonate my
lifetime wishes

Fearlessly you
revelead your 
nature, fiercely you
demanded
reprimand, boldly you
offered
acts of service, bravely you
amassed
chisels and knives at my
reluctant
feet for me to
begin
dissecting you

Now brace
yourself...

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With the drooping sunshine,

So we fly.

Waving to the burning hills,

Do we say goodbye?

Deforming clouds encompasses the horizons,

Reforming itself to strange compositions.

So grotesque is the sight of freezing moon,

a spell it spreads, spreads with magnifications.

The dying light spreads an enigma away so high,

It peeks through the...

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