Best Downturned Poems

 POTD 25 Nov 2020

Manage your Stress … a peeling faded poster boldly declares 
I do get it about advertising campaigns. 
Enough to know that,
‘strategically placed ads’ catching the eye, is huge. 
But this poster has seen better days ~
There’s nothing that screams out anymore.
So...

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Clumsily tripping, over our own feet
Sometimes, minds aren't meant to meet
perhaps we're off just a micro beat
thoughts obscured, behind glass covered in sleet

Sure there are those, who wish to exploit
but really in the end, what's the point?
We're all merely visitors, in this joint
Trying our best,...

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Do you feel an ache from your virgin breasts,
as you paint the Madonna whom God blessed?
Your eyes present an almost haunted glow,
hands delicate barely hold onto brush.
Insanity almost seems within your reach.
You barely smile as you look my way.
I'm left to wonder where I should...

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Long to touch the rows  u p o n  rows of coneflowers,
but the bees, they b u z z, and the butterflies own.
Favorite intrepid host, the red-winged blackbird, towers
over the purpleness  of his  downturned petal throne.

Eyes flit back and forth as...

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She has the tools to draw you in,
without such tricks as flesh or skin,
perfect orbs that stun unknown:
eyes that spoke, to me alone.

Every feeling would they betray,
want and hatred as clear as day,
love and need given full show,
fear and woe when she was low.

Never shall...

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The table is old and worn
nicks and scratches 
its red plastic tablecloth left over from a forgotten Christmas
its holiday pattern worn and forlorn
many a Thanksgiving dinner was hosted
the plump turkey as dry as yesterday

many wars were waged
because father or mom, 
many school projects worked on...

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Bleach floods over British Empire blues
Prussian wealth fragmenting into rust
Ochre pouring from the distilleries of eyes
Hidden downturned under peek-a-boo fringes
The lustre of ink wells overflowing where
The sun never sets. Lace and horses make
A violent mix like sulphuric acid, a maggot
Eating at the Boadicea face of...

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tight thoughts toil,
as threads in head uncoil
ideas plaited, intent's tug
escort through dilate pupils.
umbrella lashes shady look
was all it took-
inception outspooked
at artful spirit's raid, 
inkling's snapline birth
twine in tensile mind, 
sprinkling notion's seeds.
Small things become divine.

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I
The beggar outside the supermarket
You swore was picked up later
In a flashy car
Sat there in the sun for 8 hours
While you pissed & moaned
All the way home
To your bookless
Mausoleum 
With a chlorinated pool
Where one day you will 
Face down float
When your sour & blackened
Heart
Is divorced...

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A Broken Mirror 
A Distorted Face 
A Shattered Heart 
A Clear Distaste 

A Fallen Tear 
A Reddened Eye 
A Downturned Mouth 
A Year Gone By 

A Loaded Gun 
A Finished Fear 
A Bloodied Wall 
A Broken Mirror...

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no one sees them
as the veils begin to shift
and night falls 

ghosts begin their walk
high heels tattered and worn down
jeans stiff from two days wear
jesus dangling between their breasts
at the corner of a downturned mouth 
spit and  a cigarette gather 

jittering and itching they...

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There didn’t have to
be a reason
no one thing
no trigger
it was always boiling
just beneath the surface
always.

It could have been
the number of soldiers
lying empty on the desk
next to the ashtray.
You know the one
the one that left
the two scars
the one into which you
stamped  your  anger
hostility
hopelessness.

I could...

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I’ve seen the minds of my generation bested by their handheld mobile devices,
texting for a dopamine rush, tuning out the reality around them.
I’ve watched them, withdrawn from present company, looking for bars of microwave coverage, friending strangers, downloading angry birds,
internet junkies, living in the ether,...

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timeout

polished sandstone grains
fine trickle through time's measure
in downturned hourglass


            made out of dust

man grinds man to dust
harsh words make quicksand for him
dust speaks up for dust


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I look into my child’s eyes
Brown pools of innocence
And I see my reflection
A silhouette of heartbreak
I want to go back in time
I want to hold her tighter
I need to tell her I love her
And I’ll never let her go

But I did that fateful day
Repeatedly I...

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