Best Effluence Poems

The see-saw backsides of obesity traverse across the promenade
  Led by bustling torpedo breasts thrusting through the hustling throng;
Past tarnished chromium espresso bars, burger vans with frying lard,
  Ice cream parlours, sagging deckchairs and the sunlight blazing on.
Splayed upon the greying sands with...

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My cousin and I were dismayed
By the kids who were in her third grade
They had no answers to tell
Though they spoke very well
And knew how impressions were made!

They earned an A+ for endurance
For displaying remarkable effluence
They could babble all night
With no fact in sight
Nor any...

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Title 3/ Confluence Quote:  Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses. Confucius

In the poetic story of my life, 
I hesitate and ponder 'don't be so obvious,'
but whatever I am thinking - becomes a poem.

Sometimes life hurts, when lost upon crossroads of fate,
until those with invisible wings, help us mortals to ascend.

I still remember...

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To mill pond at dawn's new day

rippling sunbeams over the calm surface play
freely amongst the stately swans gliding there
in contented pairings, turning sees' a hare
and leveret munching on borage and honeycombs
breakfasting, as a polluted tributory stream foams
with poisonous effluence five hundred yards away

to mill pond...

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O glorious cavern wrought with pinkish mystery,
Thou, whose puck’ring lips I have dreamt about,
Are the sacred altar of Sodom’s progeny .

How thy sweet effluence is set to rout
When that fearsome beast of mine doth attack
And rend thy cave apart with its purple snout! 

Venus’s temple...

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a didactic poem

When eloquence leaves you a’wanting,
if verbal effluence you’re flaunting,
should your audience appear daunting,
kiss the Blarney Stone.

     I climbed the circular tower,
     reached the hundred ninety-third step, 
     and waded through unhurried...

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morning fog diffuses light
the sun has lost direction  
and the world is enveloped
in silence

skeletal trees line 
the potholed road
as two scrawny crows
huddle in the bare branches

yesterday's  mass murders,
flooding  across the pond,
asteroids,
sudden solar wind.
magnetic pole reversal,
drowning in our effluence?

sow many ways
4 world to...

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In such a whimsical action 
a half-asleep routine 
shaped disrobed and left stark naked
this vehicle, this housing, a shell
scarred skin, greying hair, bones, muscle 
and more besides with plenty of stories to tell.
Awash with collected fallacious matter
amid mind obstacles and other clutter
clinging like feathered shards
decorating...

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The East Meets West Philosophy Association
had their annual 2020 conference in Rio,
when and where anything multiculturally lusty
is more likely to happen,
especially between sunset
and sunrise.

Coincidentally
and existentially
and phenomenologically
and ecologically
and ethologically
and epistemologically,
and astrologically,
and metaphorically,
it was necessarily
and sufficiently
and justly
and truly
and trustingly at dawn
on a sweltering Saturday morning
that their Friday...

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Zephyr effluence
Drifts a caress to the soul
In sullen sunset...

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A lost monopoly game
Williams fright, bridge, faith
and urban blight, Williamsburg.

Soot gray and brick red
the buildings stand
slumped, shrouded
death in the abundance
of vacant buildings.

Waste strewn sea
of asphalt, concrete, and urban dreams.
Cracks housing cigarette butts
form paper chains at the bases
of forlorn locust trees.

Sickly trees, popping from between
wrought iron...

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The trainings and drills were rigorous,
Most of the recruits came out victorious.
The khaki, boot, helmet and rifle were given,
Soldiers. Ready to defend the country for a reason,
With their fists and guns - they believe to be glorious.

Their posting and peace keeping missions were politically and...

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How happy can one be?
Ofentimes, I wonder aloud,
Taking advantage of my creative licence.
Let me explain -
The filth I encounter in this city:
Stinking garbage hills along the sidewalks,
Bloody graffiti of betel-nut stains on walls and lampposts,
Jellying lumps of bronchial ejaculations
On carelessly laid pavements of crowded walkways
On...

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I  d r i f t e d
amongst the willow trees in the breeze-
             swaying the barren branches into love’s fascination.

sitting along the pebbled shore
       ...

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Most effective teachers
are perpetually curious students.

Most accomplished chefs
have voracious appetites
for nutritional taste
and nurturing fragrance.

Most resilient lovers of here and now life
have known and felt hate and anger
for what they were and are not
what they could want themselves to become
cooperative truth and beauty passionately enough.

Most astute...

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