Best Empty Gesture Poems

Centuries of lies, a hollow myth
Perpetuated by charlatans with great ceremony
The Greatest Show, the living bread
The crowd sustained and animated by necromancy
The will is fused, the body dismembered and reassembled
Eager dehumanization, they tread the path
An ancient instinct, hereditary chains
Lift the chalice, a cannibal rite
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get this---
you put the person behind you…
you did your best to burn them,
to amicably make closure with them,
to see their face,
however you now imagine it,
in the
rearview mirror
& then,
when you least expect it,
just when you were doing better,
just when everything was getting in line,
just when you...

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I am the root.
I am the green fuse. 
I am the stem, the bud,
the dry twig,
and the stealthy footstep
that snaps it in the night.
I am the rising hair on the back of your neck.
I am Merlin, the bard,
and I sing of it all.

I am the...

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lush blue syringes
filled with caked on pus
she is not a mannequin
nor a living doll
nor dead space ajar.
She likes to stare
at the backs of her hands
as if at any moment
they would mutate into dust.
She can still feel
their presence
as she reaches out for air
one cup of blue...

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Smeared rouge broken nail torn slip
I'd waited for you again after the dance 
a single light flickers a final sign 
to fix my lipstick our song played on 
the flashing seaburg just around two 
quite thee empty gesture 
that I'd been waiting far to long...

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So oft' he used to pass my way, and
merrily nod and pass the time of day
with a polite lift of his tall bola-hat
then he'd wander off again

His stature was somewhat portly
yet his  nature charming just the same
I knew him to be a gentleman
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FORGIVING

Forgiveness – well, just let it lay inside
Not to see any daylight, maybe never
No moment of weakness or surrender
If a request received, return to sender
It’s not about strength or being clever
And no way back once regret has died

Some might suggest an alternative way
Being the first...

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