Best Fatted Poems

Welcome to the world of Worldly 
where we feast all night.
All those things you once thought wrong -
here they all are right!

Worldly’s citizens are many.
Membership is free.
Criminals are here as well as
high society.

Come here and forget your sorrows
and forget your past.
Leave your ethics at the...

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Meaning, ever bending, never ending-ly open to changing it's mind and opinions,
by moving around words and pulling and pushing in different directions,
until everything changes, rearranges pages in history
just for the mystery to begin again
with new songs, new players and these layers and layers
of summits and...

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She makes love
like a hungry lioness
I adore her shadow
the way it arches
performing upon the wall.

Her black hair flows
age and experience
makes her hunt for a lover
jungle fever in my bed.

She desires a skilled man
stalking through the tall grass
growling along the way
I wait for her scent.

I would...

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This town, this Silk Road had no toll to pay
  yet from the east caravans again fill its
pharaonic marble and glass temples. Monolith

malls rise its clefts, eco-wilderness morph
  into multiplex cinemas; mini golf 
and carparks - the 20th century gold fields.

A new rush...

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Anthem for a Veggie

Never gonna roast no chicken
Never gonna braise no steak
Never gonna grill no lamb chop
Eating meat, I’ll not partake.

Never gonna fry no sausage
Never gonna boil no ham
Never gonna barbecue burger
Feast only of the fields and Yam.

Won’t feast on Yuletide Turkey
Won’t feast on fatted...

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The warmth no longer comes
it seems to only leave.

The furry ones, all
caught in hypnotic disbelief:
hardening ground's
taken root
where once
gardening grounds
(forsaken, mute)
were once and again
makin' fruit.

Each beast, shaking
like a leaf
(though, truth be told
I've only ever 
seen 'em dance)
as if to compel
the sun to
sidle up
'n stay a bit.

The...

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He was gone for all of that time
No one knew what his life was like
He could have been a thief or murderer
Only God knows all that he’s done
Why would Daddy let him come back home?

He destroyed everyone’s trust
He left here with half of Daddy’s belongings
Where...

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(woman)"Just cause I didn't smile at you
Just cause I didn't wave
I'll not wear feelings on my sleeve
That's no way to behave.

But it could be, that I like you 
Maybe like you quite a lot
You won't know because you've given up
My heart is tied in knots.

I'll...

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across the table pink-eyed – not even Alice’s rabbit either – the impenitent sat – stooped – round as a fatted pig – full of pride in service – unabashed by his kill count – he spoke of philosophy Paris and London – his son...

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Oh, damn,  I get it, nowhowbrownsowcow-----that it's to be accepted on this site you need to be
the FATTED cow. Low of intellect, yet high on countenance, high on payment 
and low on quality! Please forgive my lowly louse langiuse as I plead my 
pleb...

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Now gather around, ye lusty lads, a tale I'll tell to thee
Of jealous Gods, monsters and ill-fated men who sailed the sea.
My tale is set in hoary times when fickle fate was by divine decree.
Then men were men who faced all odds, much sturdier than...

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Hello yea bonny wee pawky thing,
sittin' there tuggin' at ma hert strings.
Aye yer wee ,an' oan yer oan yer hard tae see,
niver mind wee thing jist let it be.

Withoot you, we wid hae a scunnered land,
aye wee thing yea think yer oanly a wan man...

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Ruminating on the events over two-thousand years ago:
the life, suffering, death, burial of Jesus, and the exciting,
dramatic, and supernatural arousal of Christ, incarnate -
from death to life, of the imputation - his sacrifice.

Jesus is the Dayspring on high.
Did he walk out of the grave in...

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Scripted
Euphuism
and "I decrees"
High school 
dropout~
six degrees.
the slight 
deviation  
of parted
lips laced
with lipstick 
tasting temptation 
trailing off on collars 
painting necks
and sensitive subjects
the way LSD
creates psychedelic 
sightings
I feel feelings 
all over me.
Snapping fingers
trying to remember a
word, what word, 
what word
-what word?
Her kiss created
jazz, Ignited 
Ursa...

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I belong to no Party.
Or political wing.
Social, Tory or anything.
My club is me.
I am free.

No woman has me engaged.
No ring or marriage  arranged.
Never been on my knees.
To say my pleas.
My heart belongs to me.
I am free.

Drink I take as I please.
Beer or Spirits.
Leave me...

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