Best Deforms Poems

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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1. MORNING HAS BROKEN 
The men, in lines, tramp two by two,
forgetting all the women who
indulged them through a night of tricks
(their lips designed with crimson sticks,
their eyes a wild mascara mix)

and think instead on times ahead
when they’ll be gone, their bodies dead
(some rotting slow’,...

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There has always been an inter-outer over-under tender balance of loveless socio-equations as they super fit the psychosocial sexe-endices in this modern garner of pluses/minuses/bytes and scribbles mostly incommunicado inexperience and parental impreciseness as to, "anything planned", which in tomb leaves us doth a deranged...

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In Pleasure          
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


White suit, top hat, pride feeling higher than spectacular 
The ugly duckling has opened a new chapter
Revealing transformation that’s becoming a true sensation
Buried...

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A torn sepia picture deforms my lovelorn face.


Song--Traces of Love by The Lettermen
One Liner 7
December 14, 2015...

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A Shadow Emerges

As light was shining bright
a shadow crossed the scene
A curse in the day and night
bile spilled from the spleen;
Sickness invades an absent mind
doubts attack with no reprieve
Thoughts invade,darkest kind,
Hell acts daily we must believe

Shadow has now taken its form
light's splendor it now deforms!

Robert...

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She wishes this love would turn cold
This care would run away
Independence would visit a second time
Untangle her from this tango of virtues and vices 
She wonders where she went wrong
Is it this choice of love?

Every other day, her heart hurts
Every other day, her eyes dew
Every...

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The world isn't gentle
It can be callous and cold
Dangling hope in front of you
While swiping the wallet
From your back pocket
We're supposed to have a chance
But the average layman
Will never see their efforts bear fruit
Life tears at our flesh
It batters us and slowly deforms us
Turns us...

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I find myself wanting to believe that the times of bona fide innocence ended with our forefathers decades ago
My heart persists on convincing my mind to see that the dent on our generation is irreversible, but the heart does not convince the mind hard enough...

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These are poems about animals by Michael R. Burch

Clyde Lied!
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a mockingbird, Clyde,
who bragged of his prowess, but lied.
To his new wife he sighed,
“When again, gentle bride?”
“Nevermore!” bright-eyed Raven replied.



The Hippopotami
by Michael R. Burch

There’s no seeing eye to eye
with the...

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Animal Poems II

These are poems about animals, limericks and other forms of doggerel.



Ballade of the Bicameral Camel
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a camel who loved to hump.
Please get your lewd minds out of their slump!
He loved to give RIDES on his large, lordly lump!



The...

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OPENING THE MIND'S PETALS

Smoldering life spreads suffocating smoke all over
Clouds the insular mind in pessimistic opacity,
Beauty unseen beyond the myopic vision unclear
Deforms in mind defined by contours of negativity.
From the depth of depression it’s time I recover
The sunk values of life, appreciate their sanctity.
It’s time...

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Social influence that influence ones belief and behavior,
being the sheep idiom in suit of group as inferior identity savior.
Compliances and obedience for the hero or nymph resort,
names and numbers as taste for pleasure of the court.
Instructive expectations in order to avoid looking foolish,
becoming strong in...

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O Lord sprinkle clean water on me
With your open hands do me welcome
Free me from all idols
For it is unworthy living among dead souls
Was me clean from everything that defiles
Erase my name from bad books and evil files
In your mercy grant me a new heart...

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