Best Disinterested Poems

Stood upright, between two roads,
On a thin metal rail,
A solitary, brown coloured bottle 
Of beer,          ...

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A scientist pursuing research—
with disinterested curiosity,
Poets distancing themselves—
from personal emotions,
from ‘personality’ (in Eliot’s idiolect),
A sportsperson focusing on the event—
not obsessed with results,
demonstrating sporting spirit,
Anyone doing...

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Oh my beloved,
this life can be confusing.
A plethora of recycled emotions,
sometimes result in false devotions.
Absence wounds with nostalgic reflections.
Secluded souls yearning for old satisfactions.

Oh my...

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To myself to I, to God I asked
what nature of sample shall I give,

the tribute must be something, already possessed
and not a thing to be...

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IN    THE   DENTIST’S   CHAIR

Lean  back and just relax
Put on these protective glasses please
Injection  -  ...

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Broken, this aged vessel
fractured by fate in matter and mind
careworn and cracked like creeping veins of window frost ...

      ...

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A blank screen faces a writer
   Intimidating  
   All that open space
What are the writer's odds?

A blank face stares dully...

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THROUGH DIFFERENT EYES:



THROUGH DIFFERENT EYES

through different eyes, you could see things more clearly
through different eyes, you could empathize with the totality
if you could only replace...

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MOTHER’S LITTLE KILLERS

She hates them, the unguent power
Which sticks her fairy wings together
Making impossible the ivory tower
Of disinterested passion, the if and whether

Of generic names,...

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They want to burn the flag today
to them America's blood born banner
represents jingoism, a false heroism of a broken day
a culture illegitimate in divine manner,
feeling...

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A church is a hospital for sinners and not a museum for saints
And it's not a place for someone to act like something they ain't
We've...

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The History of the world is in my veins,
an abstract in my mind the Future,
looking into the cornicopia of concepts from memory
I see a universe...

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For what I write- is that the reason why?
You visit me and spend with me some time
Perhaps it is for words that make you sigh
Or...

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broken, this aged vessel
fractured by fate in matter and mind
careworn and cracked like creeping veins of window frost ...

      ...

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It rages still, that great dichotomy
among the puzzled ones
in search of one clear archetype
that marks reality; what is it...
every thing at all,
or nothingness?

Each opposite, a...

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