Best Dry Rot Poems

Puzzled by your measured liftime, 
Much confusion you equate, 
Knowing, as you grasp a lifeline, 
Schedules show a drowning date. 

Set upon by weeds and...

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love is so hard to requite
when sin has killed desire
where there was once a desprite need
now the smoke of an extinguished fire
the empire where there...

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A bedroom should be pleasant
a place where futures are conceived
where wonderful dreams in their effervescence are woven and believed.

when dreams aren't loved, supported and nurtured,
they...

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"Rolled Oats" 

Age shall not weary
trolls counting strange fruit
golden apples rolled 

Lord Laden put to sleep 
on an alter Hippomenes
there Atalanta lights a candle

underneath the...

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love is so hard to requite
when sin has killed desire
where there was once a desprite need
now the smoke of an extinguished fire
the empire where there...

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While out driving, I couldn’t help, but stop and explore an old Victorian manor on a knoll. The unkempt courtyard was barred by a rusty...

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here i am in the flesh
no victim levelled in scope
22 catches im cashing
not selling the dope
i watched the sunrise
used to pray sometimes
kids thatd played outside
tho...

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You've been told.
Dirty laundry doesn't go on Facebook especially if
You don't want to get caught.
This was cold 
By a thousandfold
You two blocked a family member...

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Fragile as alabaster white dry as your sin 
so sweet I want to caress to cradle and suffocate.

I feel that dry course texture of alabaster...

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On A White Stool

You know there is no turning around, 
no pausing in any way, because the path to the woods,
where the sky demons make...

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I'm Bald headed-have piss yellow teeth
don't use balm or whiteners to appear young again 
every scar is a jagged path to a novella called living....

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In the land someone forgot
I found my Camelot
On a cal-de- sac on a corner lot
In a tree filled plot.
It's my beauty spot.
Probably to a lot
It...

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LES MISERABLE 

Leslie was happy was Les
Bought himself a sweet little des res
Though it’s quaint it’s got 
A bad case of dry rot
Les now miserable,...

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Under the Lampshades

You are hurriedly racing your crazy Cadillac,
looking to squeeze in more time at the yoga salon, 
and have a relaxing conversation under a...

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Purgative debacle debilitated me December 18th, 2020

Hoop fully adequately explains
source of odoriferous dry rot,
ye possibly smell, I jot
within this reasonable rhyme
without putting Johnny on the...

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