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 the willowwacks, while words flowed,
as molten lava from volcanoes would explode.
Its afterimage was like a handsel bestowed,
bewitching in a pulchritudinous...

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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 want
And makes things
Accessible like products
Spilling, and spilling
Into the endless blackhole
In chase of satisfaction.

For much tax must I sell my vote
Please...

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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 floor
   An elegant portrait once painted
In resplendent hues of indigo blue 
Her eyes told a story of bittersweet...

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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 pages, in archives lies.
For rain to come,
In vain revelry the farmers wait.
For no wages, like a serf in the
Corn field...

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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 save them from being engulfed by
Yesterday's sun and 
enhances them 
for another bright day...

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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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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 hearts writhe and our mirth into myth retracts.

Without,
A serene heart we feign.
But within, our hearts by dusk of pride
Blinded, for...

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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 an equivocate clasp
One gaucherie to an eldritch comeuppance 
A padlock lip nimble and pivoted like sickness
Delicate but ultimately dependent upon...

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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 in the right space,

Growing apart after thy love etiolated,

Hurtful feelings burn in the lover's mindful place,

Emotion enflames them with a...

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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 like an etiolated flower
Dear friends.

Defying gravity is to soar into the heavens
Where at night, stars and asteroids are numerous
It's the...

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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 boards were black
And teachers weren't wary but on the attack

Chalk was as white as snow filled skies
You could tell a...

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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 your finis is on the horizon.

Once you've been diagnosed,
you will never be free,
marked like a permanent stain,
on a shroud of...

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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 stretches my skin to cover
The etiolated sagging of time
That since childhood over and over
Stripped me of the strict sublime.
I am...

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Eclipse               


without sun
I am etiolated,
enfeebled, bereft

my backbone heavy
and limp,
muscles stale and indurate
from disuse

I try to lift my face,
feel the light, 
even the dawn or dusk,
even when fog would cloud my vision

but...

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I who am…insipid, vapid bland, inadequate life
My life halfhearted I am uninspired
I am Spiritless in a place of safety refuge
I am for certain, I need,
a deed to land in life and death
How chosen are we
When the blood flows out
Still and solid I am No longer...

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