Best Excretion Poems

Blank white
waiting for an excretion
of ink to fill
imaginary lines.

Virgin paper held in reams
repudiate the poet's pen,
this stark silent bond
naked of any water mark.

Two sides
to the story unwritten
imaginary lives
wait in the wings....

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A  flamed anguish gathers in a bleak cellar
 of gray nights pounding on my veins,
steaming through  a roughened flesh;
that in my days I have lost passion’s luster
and solitude is the only elixir I rub for now.
Yet in reflection, the breaths find out how
this...

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You. 
Yes you. 
Are hard work. 
There's nothing more to it. 
The scarcity of my vocabulary limits me from describing the complexity of the situation buuut yes. 

You are toilsome. 
Tedious the father. 
Perseverance the mother. 
And you are the unmistakable offspring. 
You are the...

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The kidneys are so beautifully organized; 
We are bless to have two inside.
There are two kidneys, each about the size of a fist.
From God it is a beautiful gift.
They are such a positively divine precision.
Such a vital part that keeps the body moving and living.
Their...

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We constantly deal with poetry which puts us in a soporific state,
we sit here apathetic to the cause of studying this beautiful art-
but Poetry’s breath Ad Nauseum about love and laments is bad for a date,
oblivious to the images, while attempting to turn the key...

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a walnut waltzing with a willow tree
A molecule is neither a destitute mop without a bucket house. Nor is it a seven acre field that is very cold due to having no grass. Even the most prepared of ground is a haven for a gloved...

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Unquotable quotes – XVII

The more the spread of the Multi-Verse(s), the less the possibility of purpose in our lives on earth.
In a world chock-full of people where almost everybody wants to be heard, be seen and be remembered, only fools listen to fools and the...

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The release, our body’s mystical excretion
The seat you perch for success or redemption
A subconscious practice we fulfill everyday
But not a favorable topic to vulgarly say

With or without candles we make it plunge
The emptiness is fulfilling, shall we once again munch?
Once is enough, thrice means dehydration
Discomfort...

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I am lost in a swamp
of adjectives, gooey, sticky,
boggy, messcatastric (don't bother looking that one up),
longing to rise above the mess, excretion, digest
completion, Gobblystinko (don't bother) – and
fly into a sky of non billowy, yet brilliant, resplendent,
eyeglareoffendic (forget it also) to meet bright
Nature Spirits, wings...

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I know you don’t want to hear it
But one day you WILL 
look up and think, 
“Dammit Mom”
And then notice the rose-gold
Of a sunset

Just like I’m
Always taken by surprise 
At how your eyes
Can change from green 
to dusty gold then blue
Depending on the hue
Of your...

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Sleeping beside me, floating o'er my head
Sitting beside me, swirling through my mind
Laying beside me, until the end

Like a the blood flowing in me, through my veins 
Leaking out in the excretion of tears 
The salty tang of you washing over in waves

Your lingering presence...

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The sweat that comes out is not that matters
Where you feel guilty
For the outcome is faulty 

The effect of how it comes out that matters
Not that you feel heat, not that you feel suffocation 
Your hard work that involves its excretion

The effect of how it...

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Defecation accidentally clogged...

for the umpteenth time 
during spate to sit scrawny buttucks 
on porcelain throne id est 
videre licet toilet bowl...
with toxic water brew threatening
to overflow onto the floor,
and hence found yours truly (me)
immersing himself in the holistic experience
for the pure love of bucket flushing...

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Did you think I wrote a month in a minute
Or four hundred years at the beginning of it
Do you think twenty eight days is all I need
To forget where southern fruits bleed
And stain my memory with disdain
My life has no continuation
All its history being marginalized
At...

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 I look at my eyes, eyebrows, eyelashes, the covering
So much protection given by lord 
That's is the love of lord for me

I look at all organs of body 
Crafted same way with so much care
Most tasks he does on his own
Breathing, respiration, digestion, excretion...

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