Best Expunging Poems

I used to like barbells, enjoyed pumping iron,
   my Nautilus* gym was one happy environ.
Those posters of 6-packs and marbled biceps
   inspired me to start counting carbs, pounds, and reps.

My trainer would coax, "hold as long as you can!"
  ...

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The blade penetrated the flesh
like a prong to a pitted plum
he had played with war
toyed with war
yet the gun
well the gun didn't have balls
Not for him the sterile
three shrouds removed 
expunging of visera with a gun
sissy pistols
pansy takers

Stick um good
part the seas of red
wake and...

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Winter sheds Her dander
upon a frigid breeze,
releasing flakes of white.

Like soft, feathery down,
they silently settle
on everything in sight.

Ice crystals glittering
in their dazzling splendor,
set the landscape aglow.

And Fall's fiery flames are
extinguished overnight,
by a blanket of snow.

Winter's white whitewashes
Autumn's leaf mosaics, 
expunging everything.

And Her spic-and-span breath
exhales a...

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The Tender Weight of Her Sighs
by Michael R. Burch

The tender weight of her sighs
lies heavily upon my heart;
apart from her, full of doubt,
without her presence to revolve around,
found wanting direction or course,
cursed with the thought of her grief,
believing true love is a myth,
with hope as...

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Transcending bliss,
lured by a kiss.

By giving love a brand-new start;
you healed the wounds of yesterday,
and chased all of my doubts away;
expunging the pain from my heart.

You healed the wounds of yesterday,
promising we would never part;
your love raised romance to an art,
and chased all of my...

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You embody innocence and truth,
traits one rarely finds outside of youth.
And with your intoxicating charm,
you guard my heart, shielding it from harm.

You entice me in erotic ways,
fanning sparks into a yearning blaze.
And fueling fantasies, you start
to gently cradle my fragile heart.

Fulfilling all my dreams and...

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What a game ...
he was just a jester,
and this a ghastly prospect ...

The ground lay torn open before him,
a wound in the earth that called to his dark heart,
pulled on his better judgement like lead ...
warm, that shadowy keep ... warm and peaceful,
if but a...

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     by how many badbyes can you measure the length of your day

                 first comes the time  too fretful on your hands
next the boredom...

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Part Two

To have written is to leave but a mark
  nothing stands for the proud rhyming syllables
    more than his acquired business acumen
a Vaishya karmic hope

Now we stand aghast before this edifying monument
      and verily wonder...

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Such a grand memory I set aside,
Passing time in the French bucolic countryside
Passing lazy days away
Sipping sweet, sweet wine.

Lifting spirits, jousting melancholic ways
Experience expunging naivete
The Louvre, or the opera
Blessing a bravura shrine
Seeking serenity, here and now,
I long to stay, this place mine...

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Ben Sana Mecburum
by Attila Ilhan
translation by Nurgul Yayman and Michael R. Burch

You are indispensable; how can you not know
that you’re like nails riveting my brain?
I see your eyes as ever-expanding dimensions.
You are indispensable; how can you not know
that I burn within, at the thought of...

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ARE YE GOING TO MARRY THAT WITCH OF A DAME - Counterfeiting the CANTICLE by T. Wignesan

(With self-lacerating apologies and scathing penance to that great troubador medieval English poet who longed for his lovely lass during expunging pilgrimages to Scarborough Fair. T. Wignesan)

Are ye going...

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Expunging weapons
Mass smashing nuclear arms-
Byzantine debate....

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Ben Sana Mecburum: “You are indispensable”
by Attila Ilhan
translation by Nurgul Yayman and Michael R. Burch

You are indispensable; how can you not know
that you’re like nails riveting my brain?
I see your eyes as ever-expanding dimensions.
You are indispensable; how can you not know
that I burn within, at...

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Icicles hang on the edges
Silence creeping into the conversation
Revealing the boredom of this skirt
Tendrils of frozen water suspended
On hearts, hopes and dreams

Moonlight flickers on the night
Ebony haven of owl and coyote
Animals wild and warmed by floods
Glimmering rays from stars
Drowning out the buzz of details
Racing through...

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