Best Exacerbating Poems

I slipped on a teardrop
Landed in a tragedy
People with twisted minds
On random killing sprees
No legitimate reason
Fueled by ignorant hate
Politicians turning their heads
Letting guns proliferate
Unspeakable heinous acts
Leaving a trail of grief
Justifying murder
For a radicalized belief
But selling assault rifles
And other weapons of war
Doesn't make anyone safer
It only...

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The unpredictable yaw of rolling seas,
as in life pummels us from side to side 
randomly dictating its capricious ways 
lacking logic the tossing grips us and seeks to take our lives    

Death, like the ghost of Christmas past,
comes and expresses a tale...

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Pain so debilitating
draining me of life
It is constant
with no respite
Saps my energy 
such pain within

Pain depletes joy 
from my face
Leaves strain and hurt
etched on my frown
As slowly and surely
pain grinds me down

Even when I try to sleep
pain keeps me awake
for hours on end
This enemy within
taking...

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THE DEMARCATING OF SUE
Between the edge of secrecy
and seething brink of lunacy
there went I to the very deepest
     darkest part of me!
And preyed upon my bleakened soul
to bring to end--it be my goal
the very thing that keep me breathing
  ...

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The unpredictable yaw of rolling seas,
as in life, pummels us from one side to the other 
randomly dictating capricious ways 
arbitrarily gripping our lives

Life, like the ghost of Christmas past,
comes at night, tells its tale and is gone 
but the dues it extracts keep mounting
like...

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Drowning in self degradation
Deliberate affliction is exacerbating 
Crystalline facade dulling senses 
Normalcy, forgetting our consensus


Score, decennary years within  
point, swirling under skin
Finality, deaths creeping in
Exodus, my last syringe...

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ONCE I WAS STANDING 
ON THE NORTH SHORE  
WATCHING THIS INCOMING 
HIDEOUS WHORE 
NOW, LET ME MAKE CLEAR  
IT WAS A FORTY FOOT SURF 
THAT WHEN CRASHED ON THE BEACH   
IT CREATED A BURST  
IT LET LOOSE A ROAR 
THAT...

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Evil is what those devils will not conceal.
At Goliad, we tasted their bayonet steel.
The walls at the Alamo have been painted red.
Davy Crockett and some others have fallen dead.
Many civilians are fleeing to escape
to the Sabine River in a runaway scrape.

Rather than fight and face...

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MAGIC BEANS


There was magic in those beans!!
Colors - reds, greens, blacks,
savory flavors, and sweetness,
sweetness to ease the uneasiness.
They became a sought after reward,
payment for being, for existing,
payment to an unknown need.

Age changed the beans.
The colors still held secret the
tantalizing rewards flavor.
The relief longer lasting
yet somehow...

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Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost...

~ May fourth, 2005
wedded bliss nearly fifty years
half a century almost
me not most favorite grown offspring,
she (when alive) did boast,
about youngest sister and her family,
unlike me – severely socially withdrawn
a veritable wallflower
as a result, I suffered emotional contusions.

When...

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My flower grows on a lucid hilltop pride,on land that never erodes and thrives 
through death's caressing touch.Capsulized in crystalline, her petals fall like 
dewdrops painting the winds cries. Tears kiss the pain; my hurt is in my eyes, my 
truth, my mask, the softness-crier...

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Enclosed around parental safeguard
my personhood was exposed to freedom 
bound by subjection to authorities
which my mind never questioned
since I acknowledged such as the ideal… 

Then my sense of freedom was gripped with skepticism 
when attacked by liberation-rationality issues 
human intellect could not fathom 
in my...

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Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004

Often these days
(closing in on the eighth
anniversary of eighth orbit
around mister sun),
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris
doth wish to share 
how one and only son,
remembers his mother
cuz about eighteen years 
after mother succumbed
courtesy of...

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Stricken souls gasp amid rapt tension
And surreal panic as the world spirals
Under throes of exacerbating fire;
Trapped between numinous brawls. 

A virulent pandemic subsides
As near-nukes its pedestal take;
Stubborn fear every limb guides
Amid unceasing numbing awe.

Shall life outlast such brutal fury:
As invisible realms arsenals dumb
Blandish upon this...

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I can see you crystal clear, now that the wind has died down
The unnerving preferential treatment, called silence
Has got my mind all up in a raucous, It’s gnawing at my heart down to the bone,
It breaks me in two, maimed my sense to fight, to...

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