Best Excretions Poems

Oh my goodness,
what humans are willing to bare
to attract...

Beyond, the mock and mocking bareness
lies the convoluted angst of man,
pleasure seeking, in a self gratifying
wallow of excretions.

The need to roll…down the road…in the hay

to move like corpuscles down
the multitudinous arties of man.

Some draped in fuchsia, an...

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Eyes pucker and swell
Erupting with tears
Of pleasure or joy?
But who is to know?
The quivering lips
And trembling hands
Equipped with cotton
To swab the overflowing
Excretions from eyes and nose
Of pleasure or joy?
Is it for me to be 
The analytical master
Of this robust emotional
Human puppeteer.
Alas alone struggling
With unbridled emotions
Of...

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Went to pick a bone all I found was fossils               															 Lost within Smithsonian's flood colossal 	  															  A giant petrified dodo 																		  Just a rendering who knew																	Excretions...

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My heterodox heart abandoned and impaled,
By such beauty where kisses have been jailed…
Marooned by your love and escaping has failed,
Decomposing with my last breath echoic exhaled.

Imprisoned by lachrymose of your lascivious lance,
Intoxicated by illicit lust as we started our dance…
Exciting erotic illusions within their eternal...

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Dirty Old Town

Beer Cans, Soda Cans,
Food cartons on the street.
Cigarette packs and tab ends,
Litter and filth under feet.

Scumbags, Fly-tippers,
People who just don’t care,
Defile my once proud town,
Disgust me beyond compare.

Dog foul, Dog dirt,
Excretions adorn my path.
Please take your rubbish home,
Don’t spit in my face and...

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Crystals flowing down
Mother of milk excretions
White conceal blended...

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It was a long journey and Martha’ flood gates had been closed for far too long

Altona Station and the 1.01 expected from Hannover was nowhere near in time

In her mind the intricate roof of the Neo-Renaissaince terminal still lay uncovered

Too many bombs from above in...

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Life is a red light, hearts downshift 
Or buzz in rubber to reversing routes 
Kerosene engines spark rooks of roars 
Or quiescent brakes. As if their destination
Held some Grail of hollow stature!
Considering my tires, my ambivalent tread 
Of ambulance traffic. An ambiance yielding 
Signs of...

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My poem was about innocent hearts
    not purloined, perfumed farts
  'Twas about forever lingering kisses
     not everlasting, beer-induced pisses

  Verses extoling glaciers' sheer grandeur
    no excretions of gooses or ganders
  Lines conjuring...

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We have the more authoritative
orthodox
scriptural GoldenRule view,
unrealistically presented by matriarchal Holy Spirits
of AnimaMundi:
Do unto others
as you would have others
do unto EarthTribe cooperative resident you.

Then we have the more shadow side,
not quite so golden,
more irresponsible WinLose Capital Hoarding View,
more realistically patriarchal:
Do unto others first
before they have...

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I cannot sleep. There is no more chicken noodle soup.
My breathing treatment worked two seconds.
I am carrying around an aqua gallon bucket for a spit cup 
and it is slopping over.
Not of anything clear, but of the vile, ugly green salty excretions
That I have been...

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I need clear blue rivers of life
to not always flow away from me,
in some direction
I can't
or won't
go right now.

I need green commitments to home
to feel mutually nurturing,
sheltering,
organic,
peaceful,
cooperatively engaging 
in nonviolent communion,
co-passionate integrity
of sacred emergent space.

I need the sky
to not always feel grey,
dampening my curious natural...

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gauntlet of mirrors transparency personified
transparency personified when the curtain falls
in an arena of quick sand and impromptu judgement

the stage was well set though actually
it presented itself as rather empty
epic theatre art form at its vacant best

I placed himself at the very manifest epicentre
of concealed and...

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Jack-o-lantern alley lit the way
to the elaborate haunted house.
Full of cobwebs and slimy excretions of gray
Left behind by more than one messy mouse.

It smells like mice a trick-or-treater said.
She looked fearful as she looked up the well-lit hill.
It is just a haunted house, the curtains...

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