Best Domiciles Poems

Paltry poetic presidential prattlings on poultry playing
  cockalorums chasing chickens, censured to castigate the cockerals,
   tricky tray turbo turkey tidbits tentanize the titillations;
wild wispy winds whisper worldly wasted wiry winsome wiles 
  dancing delights deluding delicate demigod domiciles,
twittering tweets teasing tenacious...

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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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HABITAT FOR WILD (Satis Shroff)



The flora and fauna

have a hard time

In winter.



The white mantle

Of snow covers

The branches, buds and barks.



The owl loves winter

As it takes in all

Beings that move,

With its keen sight.



The woodpecker knows

Where the larvae and insects

Are hiding.



It's Spring,

The landscape gardeners

Have chopped all the...

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Voyagers, convene thyselves to return, among us...
Caesura, crown nigh clod, a sylph unwept,
elision thy silhouette, meno thy minuet...
Thine late occurence on thee, wake of cerise sand

Thou belief, like a billow, upon your whitish cheek,
'Twas marina bay, her twaddle a garb of mer,
A henchman docks, thy...

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(Re tiny box-like homes lining the west side of
South Bundy Drive, north of Nebraska Street, in West LA)

The soiled feeling comes not
From the indignant paradise
Scurrying past their frontal lobes 
It arrived in silence
Borne of being first to the party
And the ensuing, deafening wars
With the partycrashers
With...

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The verse-writer

A blind optimist outfits revealing insights galore
Thwarts the swirling world and faith restores
Aimless existence outwardly alchemizes
A scoundrel,a seraph and a lunatic in him domiciles

Yet,the poet secretes abysmal anguish in privacy
Does camouflage a mental deranged stability...

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taking the podium &
patting the eyes whilst
whimpering,
the genuine feeling in the air,
which might naturally come from the
massing of individuals together,
gets sucked right out 
like a massive vacuum has come upon the
scene to do the bidding of this
lying
vulture.

but we at home 
seeing the charlatan on the...

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Who can account for what we term taste
   and shouldn't it be just an opinion? 
Though then it might be just a tad debased
   ~ not free to take off, like a feathery pinion
 
You like dinner hot; your spouse likes...

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Shards of distress pierce me
when probing memories for
     purpose in mournful
deeds; stingy cords dangle
from teetering curtain rods,
     begging me to pull.

Macaroni starch drips into the
sink in slow drips, marching
     along with pattering
pings in the tin basin, making
my yellow eyeball quiver in
     gelatinous custard.

Somewhere within pools the
glint of creation in...

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used for thousands of years to
cut down trees & then to chop them up &
then slice and dice them into
everything from mulch to boards used to 
build a plethora of domiciles,
the axe (probably first formed from a crude piece of
wood that was tied to a...

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There’s a basement flat at Central Presbyterian.
However, you’ll have to share with two other women.
The followed pattern here is living in harmony.
Living outside fellowship is contradictory.
She replied, “I don’t want to share.  I live on my own.
I have my life.  I don’t care...

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	I sailed an olive boat 
into the center of the sea 
alone
	to find a cure for my loose heart 
not the spring-back type, noble with elasticity 
but leap-forward lecher-wild
binding to any skirted frame and drooping hemline 
like friendly burrs in shrubbery lanes
	sat in an olive...

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Solitude breeds malignant nemesis
couched as woe seated heavily
within mine angst
riddled quavering psyche
blinding clairvoyance 
debilitates enthusiastic frequency
wavelengths propagate unfounded
probable future destitution

predicated upon intractable lifetime mired
within groveling penuriousness
"dirt poor" accursed fate
pervaded plentiful not ready 
for prime time playing years
repercussions long fostered anguish,
when offspring begot
(particularly the whip smart...

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It's a sorry mind
That falls from the sky
Upside down and half blind,

Bleary eyes tell tears
Not where to go but why,
How they came to be here.

Being from a rental shelter,
Habitations made with cubes
All stacked row by row renters.

City domiciles duplex'd forever
Subsisting children excepted groups
But for the...

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Here are two versions of this poem. One I wrote today, other one I found later. I am writing poems after almost 10 years. I still don't have the muse as evidenced by the following poems. Eventually I will catch up. I need your encouragement....

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