Best Etiolated Poems

Last night, the "wolf moon's" crepuscular aura glowed.

A luminous peach orb, it hung in its abode 
so spectacularly, that I silently slowed
my weekend walk through...

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I understand this
Without lenders there are no borrowers
Without borrowers there are no gain
Of debt multiplying
And without debt
No one can buy nor sell again.
For everyone must...

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She seemed to be like a delicate portrait
   which had fallen from its gilded frame 
Abandoned, lying face down on the cold winter...

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Summer morning dew



Morning dew fall in summer
on etiolated plants
They eulogize the sprinkle rain
for the blessing he
pore upon them, for he makes 
them to stand straight.
He...

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CLOUDY SKY
Cloudy sky
Say no more to us
About rain to come.
For acrid are your lies,
And by your rhetoric speech
No more are we enthralled.
For, this perennial drought,
On...

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It was late in the afternoon
Of the 17th of January 1993
That my whole
Intoxicated universe
Finally exploded
           ...

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My abecedarian fingers
Numb to their recalculations and lexicons
I brush slimly my thumb through each
And clasp myself in fives or nines

It sinks its full weight like...

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SERVITUDE TO PRIDE
See,
Our love that once
Like an inferno burnt,
Now, like an ember smolders,
And beyond kindle by pride has become.
Our psyches by pride wreathed, in loneliness
Our...

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Sensibility defined by loving emotions,

Thy love blossoms between two souls,

Rewarding both with a red hot hue,

Over the years, the magic begins to fade,

Neither's heart is...

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The blue sky is not heaven
It's not the same thing at all
Dear friends.

We often speak of the firmament of yesteryear
By day, the sky is dazzling...

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My mother on a day of marked memory
By this cycling page of history
Gave me then my first nativity
I have no next title to her legacy
That...

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BLACKBOARD BLUES

I woke up this morning and I had the blues
And the blacks and the Reds and greens whence to choose
In days gone by when...

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Cancer, a mutant cell, a stain on life,
remission can go for years,
and give you some time,
to enjoy your life,
but one day, it rears its crown,
and...

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Eclipse               


without sun
I am etiolated,
enfeebled, bereft

my backbone heavy
and limp,
muscles stale and...

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Oranate she was with beauty when i first met
was she just another angel to detect my fate?
she was so kind, a devil she would not...

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