Best Disquieting Poems

I avoid florists, not the people,
who generally speaking,
are polite and quite unremarkable.

I write of those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniums
with their large shar-pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic hosts 
pressing in.

My center inwardly trembles
when confronted with Pelargonium posses 
all the heavy menacing smells
of the over-cultivated.

Charles Darwin,...

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Emotional rush when quite hearts tear
leaving a void onerous to repair.
Unloving compassion torments me so
drowns benevolent heart to overflow.  

Hiding in shadows with a want to kill
forsakes a doubtful soul to grasp this thrill.
Understanding cannot be understood
when selfish being declines to do good.

Tears stain...

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He avoided florists,
those over-cultivated blooms
in their overheated shops
seemed to be a perversion of nature.

He shunned all those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniums
with their large Shar-Pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic hosts of peonies
pressing-in and crowding his mind
with a ballooning menace.
His stomach trembled when confronted
with petulant Pelargonium
or...

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DISQUIETING MEMENTO

Lone leaf upon the earth is red,
amidst the mountain’s grief of dust.

A civil war sent boys to bed.
Lone leaf upon the earth is red.

“War is hell,” the old have said.
 Why does it steal the youth, robust?

Amidst the mountain’s grief of dust,
Lone leaf upon...

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DISQUIETING

moonblued crooks stoneblack built
granite rough shadows sliced thin
adorned in fleece flossed films 
drinking
sour grapes from acid cups
diced moon rinds with a
meagre shine

yawped vaunting thoughts of
nymphatic cold visions that
hold no pairing decisions
starving fantasies deplete
desperate food for thought

seagreened darkpurpled
dreaming we were perfect
and we were….
we didn’t hear or...

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Behold the abominable annals of the Storm domicile,
A living, groaning edifice of lumber and bureaucratic despair—
Where Allen Storm, the paternal prodigal of procedural pedantry,
Treads upon its creaking floors with the rigor of a misfiled memo,
And Betty Storm, matron of mundane mismanagement,
Douses its sentient walls with...

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I avoid those floral gangsters,
vainglorious Gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse Geraniums
with their large Shar-pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic chromatic mobs,
their heavy menacing over-cultivated smells.

Charles Darwin, thought these latter-day
angiosperms as:
“an abominable mystery.”
They are life-forms born of missing links,
genetically modified to eat oxygen,
perhaps out of our human brains?

Dogs and cows
are immune...

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