Best Dissection Poems

"Dissection of the Ass Whooping"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

Congratulations to you for winning the election
But when you campaign for this ass whooping, you hate the...

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It had been a long night, an hour drive just to be with my sister. One must stay in touch with family; it’s the right...

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I’ve spent many nights lying in the dark
This time is a period of self reflection
A journey that I’m all too terrified to embark
I’m naked on...

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The surgeon generals 
are scalpel meeting once again
Fear doktors of war
are planning to raise another mar
on Earth’s topographical skin

Pigmented epidermal cells
are being prosperity lullabied put...

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Sometimes more is less – 
like, overworking a painting,
blurring the eye-feast with an
excess of dabs and strokes, a 
mix reminding me of too deeply 
breathed...

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Coco the clown went sailing one day 
to a holiday destination far far away

Suddenly, the sky went dark and the wind did blow
and the waves...

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Reflection of self
Habitual brooding
Defines how one felt
And aids self improving

Inward dissection
Puzzle piecing
Every direction
Knowledge increasing

Data collecting
Soul observation 
Pattern connecting
Self education...

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RHYMES FOR SHARED TIMES

Maintain shared possessions - clean, tidy and in working CONDITION
Share responsibilities, or allocate them in a fair and balanced PARTITION

Keep your promises...

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ceased, but lingering
unsettled energy circling
still pondering my desire to be loved
hearts in pews calling in my direction
though I don't open my eyes to see

I felt...

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Tomorrow is an illusion
It relies on assumption
Of the planet’s rotation
On the seasons’ migration
And the moon’s revolution
On man’s innovation 
And his evolution
For his interpretation
Or insinuation
And theorisation
On...

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Oh,yes he was...
He was a man;
He was talented;
He created himself a name.

That's why i use my diction;
but with discretion;
To show my appreciation;
In our intergration;
That brought...

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A lady I know with a heart white as snow
Inquired as to why I write – 
The things I do, for me or for you,...

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Apathy is a viper with vehement venomous fangs,
Which crunch clenches tight, imposing its poisonous pain.
Injected invectives of predatory infestations feed their dejected prey's infection;
Parasitic Succubi...

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Psychoanalysis

Vanity and ecstasy overwhelm the minds of people,
Who gloat with conceit and display,
And pompous arrogance as they parade
Before the public, as chosen vessels,
For behavioural rewards...

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at last he knows what
has been kicking his ass all these years
living a slow trauma smelling of empire
guardians of civilization on strike or asleep
concluding that...

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