Best Exfoliate Poems

A thought arose...

In Hegel's great dialectic cotillion,
Time transcends as the Absolute emerges,
From deep submersion.
Veritably idealistic path to verity.
It is all about History!

While Schopenhauer's Will, By mere chance,
Drives life in concentric circles spinning,
But not winning
Human solicitations are insatiable.
A germ on the cogwheel of life,
Facing a suffering...

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(Dedication: For Regina Riddle)
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Tree caterpillar crawling
Strong windy debris;
Blown over the bough

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Violet blossoms
Vine decorations dancing;
Sun and breeze move

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Joy wears a face:
Your smiles highlight;
Dazzle of morning

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Hasty scribblings
Poetry in motion;
Grassy blooms unnoticed

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Rose garden memories
Touch of rapture;
Thorny issues exfoliate

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Sweet yellow guava
Pleasant tasty treat;
Oxford Road townhouse

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This old Jasmine tree
Fondly remembers;
Our...

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Autumn afterglow 





Amazed at autumn's splendour
maple leaves rest in grandeur,
It's a stunning morning twilight 
compliments the garden vividly bright, 
Yellow and brown, winds sway
Crushing sound of crispy walkway,
I sit on bench after brisk walk
as friends gather for little talk, 
Gracefully the preceding exfoliate
so abreast the...

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Prayer to Carry Me


Lord, help me to exfoliate 
From the skins within sin
Rid me of my sins 
And give them to the dead sea
Without you, I’m not the same me
I’m someone different, but not so “originique”
I gotta be “originique”, 
Cause that’s how you created me
If...

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No reason to concoct clever and corrupt schemes to make me see you.
I watch you anyway.
Do not go to extremes that exfoliate the energy that you conceive.
I already believe in you.
Please, do not plot panic ploys to penetrate the world's persistence against you.
You have the...

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The effervescent glow my smitten eyes ingratiate
The duplicitous shadow your intentions obfuscate

The sparkling twinkle my collateral dreams exfoliate
The superficial glare my residual doubts accentuate

A momentary blink doth my pensive libido inflate
Subsequent roll of your eyes, my fantasies obliterate

An inquisitive glance; a silted pathway doth emanate
Your...

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Should I buy you a novel perfume?
Woody and mysteriously macho
Then choke on its lingering fumes
Ceaselessly, my sneezes will echo

Should I bake you a cake?
Recipe? Sugar, flour, vanilla, raisins?
My weary head starts to ache
Pondering on the ledge of kitchen basin

Should I exfoliate, prune and preen?
In an...

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i want you to know,

my body is your blank canvas 
paint me with the manicured strokes of your brush,
bathe me in the lipstick red of your infinite touch 
exfoliate my highly charged tactile robe of flesh

hold me!

my mind is your barren field to seed,
fertilize my soil with...

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Unsolicited, revered, and praised
potential literary fete,
(yes a bit hyperbolic),
sans mine posted poems that perambulate
such feedback, whither donning trumped
("FAKE") facade, Oriel sincere

twittering, nonetheless tis great
for an ego striving to maintain
hum bull modesty, yet I hate
to be misperceived as
arrogant, boastful, pretentious,...wait
et cetera, cuz honestly,

these conglomerations create,
themselves, via...

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What you feed will surely grow
Take it from someone who truly knows

Too bad you can’t exfoliate your insides with some microdermabrasion
That kills all your pride
Stripping away the degenerate mindset that so often tries to hide
Too bad you can’t take foaming cleanser and remove the impurities...

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Age 10 slough. Age twenty slough.
Age thirty slough.
Age forty and fifty slough
and so on.
Age sixty was a mighty shedding,
the polished scales
rattling in the very teeth of death.

Wriggling skins, some actual skins,
much metaphorical molt,
ephemeral epithelial layers of self.

Shadow buzzards;
those gormandizing birds
that exfoliate entropy,
they that aid the...

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It's buried deep inside me
Feels like know one will ever know,
This ache that starts in my toes,
I'd scream with all my might, 
All you'd hear are the echoes

I may smile,
Day by day
Better to be the eagle in the sun
Than drown like a chicken in rain

I...

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Obviated by passion
I could as much apply each person 
Exfoliate my heart.
Such tormented fragments 
Seeking reconciliation therein, 
Where all refrains come subject to warm
And, as my oath prescribes, I first
Must “do no harm”
Each valiant doll’s cartoon 
A variance, but 
Only tall in child’s retrospect.
Murderous and...

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I am always calling,
But never too loudly.
I may find you among winds,
Blotting out the sighs
Of the fearful,
But never may you know
The concept of what is endured
Through chemistry. Through
Dimensions among the drops
Between blood trails,
I exfoliate among branches
Growing out from the sides
Of mundane nature.
If a loved one...

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The Paint Movers.

The old boat sits in the dry dock. Layers of shabby paint covering the vessel. The boat wears a mask of magnanimity, like a woman about to apply a mud pack.

The old boat has a date with the cosmetic warrior's, who come clothed...

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