Best Enacts Poems

Balaclava'd minister in a lanky limousine
Condomised personality inside a broken mask
Skewered chopsticks serve pieces of Pancolin
Toilet paper dolphins to wipe his weary ****

Ave Maria.. Amanita Muscaria
Mycaphagists and mycaphobes
Trot the nuclear globe
Shroomy hallucigens
Amanita phalloiides
Droning overhead
I am become Death..

In 1938 Hitler kissed the Pope
In 2017  we...

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His home is beneath the theater stage 
Disfigured, he remains within his cage
Listening to melodies played onstage
Fills him with loneliness, not rage

Once a fine actor, the Phantom awaits midnight
To sing alone, so fear he won’t incite
For the “garish light of day” he finds too bright
When...

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The pre-dawn stillness was temporarily broken by the sound of crunching gravel as boots meet rock like an orchestra of timpani drums,  beating in unison as the wearers make their way to the iron steeds, sitting dormant in the chill of morning dew. ...

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Confined beneath the theater's stage 
Disgraced, he paces within his cage
Listening to music played onstage
Beset by abject loneliness, not rage

Disfigured Phantom shrouded by night
Once Broadway's toast, he sings alone so fear won’t incite
“Garish light of day” offends, too bright
As Christine sings, he bemoans his plight

Hours...

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All I ever wanted
was to pass...
one night
or even just a moment
in your presence
in your light
delirious with delight

So just this night
or even this moment
Let it come to pass...

Let me hold you
Let me have you
All to myself
Please...
Shut us away
where no one can see
where no one can hear
all...

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I sit in upright chair feet firm on ground
Hands held in form of prayer as I intone
Phrase taken from the Psalms, without a sound
‘My soul, wait silently for God alone.’ 

Thus seated many things seek to distract
Intrude my mind; I’ve learned to let them go
In...

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I tell, to follow, that long trait before
We reached the  back foot of the tower tall,
Our eyes went up to the top core

For two little flames we saw install,
And another responding from so far
That barely I perceived being so small.

And I turned my face...

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In the beginning the Lord created a great deep,
So deep that no eye saw anything but obscurity.
This deep we now by name call the heavens,
Accompanied by the creation of great vacancy-
A formless void that is uninterrupted by shapes.
It is the undefinable foundation for that yet...

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Dopo lunghe vicende della vita
Mi ritrovai seduto su un divano       
Con un telecomando fra le dita.
When my life struggles were to their end
I found myself sitting on a sofa
Holding a tv  control in my hand.
E girando i canali...

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As we bring in spring the thing I mainly dread,
Is preparing overbearing taxes for the Feds.

If I had the power to empower anything,
I’d shower that power on a tax decoder ring.

This sure thing ring would sting right at the source,
Of our outmoded tax code that...

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Her Longing Heart Seeks Love's Relief	
  
         Pretty young lady, my how you steal the show 
how many admiring eyes look back at you? 
Perhaps a secret admirer is gazing back you know  
longing to...

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SENSE OF UNIVERSAL CREATIVITY CONCEPT BEYOND COSMIC CREATURES REVIEW.
WHY, HOW, WHEN, WHO DESIGNED THE SYLLOGE KNOW HOW CREATOR ONLY KEN. 
OBVIOUSLY, SINCE INCEPTION OF MACROCOSMOS INFINITY TIMES LAPSED THE COINER SELF EXISTENCE HYPOTHESIS GIST AND FUTURE CREATIVE CRAFT STRATEGY SCENARIO REVIEW NOT YET FLASHED LILLIPUTIAN...

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My sorrows make me trace my thought - 
The steps I took, the leaps I'll take - 
I do what I forgot, and it's not enough, 
But while I lay here in PJ's, wide Awake,

My heart enacts a stolen wish - 
The things I want...

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How finely twilight applies lipstick to the sky! 
His brush touches each fold as the sky does shy.
Eyebrows and eyelashes he so minutely paints,
As though powerful prayers and blessings of the saints...!

Why do Nyx and Hyades at this juncture weep,
As though widowed by Zeus lost...

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I belong to metallic soiled Earth,
solar-fired water's atmosphere;
these oil and blood-fluent elements
would feel freer
not belonging to you,
to us.
They
we
are our belongings
but not our property,
commodity.
 
Our multicultural values
measure and calculate
design and develop
investing primal qualities of time
predicting secondary quantitative spatial outcomes.
Less time constrains freedom and value and love.
More...

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