Best Expunged Poems

Awaking blithe each morning,
with eyes upon the World,
I wonder, are we mourning
with ebon flags unfurled –
or are they but a warning,
some draped like snakes and...

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"The Crow Bar"

she said,
here I bury my dead,
you can hear them sleeping
somnulent forget-me-nots,
snoring blithely unaware,
in neat rows between 
the thick,
ink injected lines,
their soiled lives
ploughed and...

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I am a fool's fool
        haunted by a feral phantom
        ...

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Through raven’s eye, viewed I my fate, blood scribed upon the ground,
whilst shadows of the darkwood’s dead, stood solemnly around.
Accusing faces staring down, from purgatory’s...

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Dark clouds drift slowly across the leaden sky.
The air is stagnant, still, heavy with promise of the tempest to come. 
Standing, abandoned, forlorn, on the...

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By the time I was a score and four
I was retired from overseas duty.
Was husband to an American beauty.
Had smoked at least ten years or...

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1) I hate brown-nosers far more than I hate most other nosers 
of virtually any known color!

2) I will make it a point to slap...

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RED SUN DAWNING OVER THE NEW EMPIRE
The dawning sun raises bloody red
Over the traffic clogged streets
And noxious polluted air 
Of the capital of Imperial America

The...

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Doors

How fitting that the band’s name derived from Aldous Huxleys’ treatise
‘The Doors of Perception’ that purely aesthetic philosophical story of 
life through the window and...

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All that is left is scorched earth,
no future, present, or past.
For nukes have expunged Man's birth,
lost in the flash of their blast.

Intense heat melted the...

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a storm is brewing
dark hordes bristling to descend
dissenting thunder

coalescent scouts
in tentative teams essay
sun-parched earth awaits

sizzle of drizzle
pheremonal petrichor
harbingers of hope

cool breeze in the air
their work...

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gluteus maximus left and right half moon cheek
   re: byte size buttock 
attached via usb (uniform firm behind) to this freak
  ...

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"Christmas"

I’ll stay with you 
towards Christmas
those 12 days 
and beyond

a strange few days
we meet in the nether
and hold on ...
like there’s no tomorrow

while the gryphons
try...

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SCANTILY-CLAD in the GARDEN of S W EDEN

Here I stand, all alone, scantily-clad in the garden of S W EDEN.
Wondering if the Original Garden still...

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Biosphere's tropical respiratory rainforests are on the verge of extinction,
the exclusive reservoir of biodiversity, the Congo Basin is shrinking rapidly.

Deforestation dehydrates the caliginous evergreen region,
scorching...

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