Best Dubious Poems

I beheld your frame in my doubting eyes
there was no way for me to 
explain this to by brain.
How could my trembling hands want to
follow the trail,and explore your definition.

If I know you are taboo.
What damage could be done in my adoration.
Not put here I...

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What is the difference between a Rescuer
and a Facilitator?
A codependent
and a resilient health-enabler?

Why?
If we insist we must have at least one,
What is a difference
between a pan-sectarian Messiah/Bodhisattva,
a co-inviter into health-fertile mutual service
And, a compassioned co-facilitator,
an eco/ego-therapist,
An Other/Self-cooperative healer?

As for the first,
I look for a distinction,
unconscious...

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Sorrow hastens the hearts lament
     For love and things once owned,
As one is material to a great extent 
     Yet both are almost always bemoaned.
Long has man heartily undertaken
     The art of bloody...

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My EarthMom used to stand easy
at our kitchen sink,
looking out across our fertile backyard
vegetable garden,

Rising from humbly short
but brilliantly red/green
bodhisattva radishes
inside white but spicy,
not the least bit sweet privileged
with vanilla nonperformance,

To the back soldier rows
of sweaty yellow corn,
husky green
and stalky tall
militaristic Northern erections
toward seductive southern...

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To a charming and convincing sense they comport
so far from suspicion and nothing to report
beat the penal code
crime in silent mode
poorer is the unlucky victim they deport....

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Roses unfolding the redness inside me

Swathed my heart…my entirety

These petals slowly uncovering with glee

Trying to unveil the veracity.

Peeling the deepness…

Unraveling the emptiness….

Grip the stem of this forlorn petal

Sip all its sweet nectar…

Its yours.

Its yours to keep.

Its yours to cherish..

It’s yours to relish…

Open your heart 

Glance...

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The darling, delightfully, dubious, delectable despicable day
No one thought to warn me; no one noticed maybe, never mind
It was an extra special, extraneously exciting, and exacting day.
I did not even notice at first, deliberating about dungarees,

I was exasperatingly naïve about anything except my wardrobe.
Unaware of...

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I fell into dubious soup of life on a summer’s day
Not ill prepared, totally unprepared
Realizing I did not know anything
When prior to, I thought I knew everything
How to fix the world, how to fix my parents.
I struggled to hold my seventeen-year-old head up 
high above...

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An almost dwarf from ukraine'
Who is real fond of warfare and gain
Got to the 'white house to barter'
Yet ended up starters
For calling; out' unsavoury names'

He then went to starmer'
another no charmer'
Causing Britian, much 
anger and shame'
I hear daily its people complain!...

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I have long loved astonomy.
It led me to cosmology,(No, I don't do hair!!)
Cosmology led to physics.
Which i had always thought was a generic Ex-Lax.
So I have been reading up on it these last odd years.
(And believe me, they have been odd!!!)
But I'm starting to lose...

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He stood blocking the postal box, and I looked over his shoulder
He yelled, "Stop looking over my shoulder!"  I replied, "I'm sorry".
Again he yelled, "Don't be sorry!"  In dismay, I backed away.

06062018PSoupContest, When Three Lines Are So Much Better, Silent One, 3P...

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O Time 
I'm on your floating boat 

stream, wave, tide, stormy night and darkly day 
through your cradle 

now; I'm on a withered foam 
sun on the setting horizon 
truth lives in the Relativity 

I cannot believe all 
I cannot believe the great END 

I'm...

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My foot is four legs of a tortoise
My thump is anchor of my docking
My reason is the traffic light of red lights only
My patience is the hand break of a vehicle

Their ‘batakari’ has wings to fly over me
Their worm-length’s shape has assumed e-train’s speed
Their purpose...

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u play the part of death so well
The drama queen - welcome to home sweet hell
Ring a bell
Yeah I know your tell
Succubus nocturnal always on the make
Far too nefarious to suffer a mistake
Dressed to thrill, eyes that will
Priceless, will never be left to pay the...

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