Best Ferment Poems

A child lights our way in life...
The greatest gift there is to be.
They suppress our selfish inclinations...
They set our passions free.

They give sense to our mortality.
They put narcissism in its place.
With a child... you're a family
To mark your time and space.

There's nothing more unsettling
Than those...

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Somewhere in the pretty petty imaginary illusion of delusion
There lies a truth an edifice of search between obtuse confusion

Windows like brick walls and concrete blocks birthing the light
Nails to be nailed screws to be screwed with monumental sight

A life a building fortress sand castle beach...

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Stand by me my Lord
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butterflies ferment
  like aesthetic Autumn leaves
— sanguine sage’s brush

10/15/2018

ferment - to be in a state of agitation or intense activity 
sanguine - marked by eager hopefulness : confidently optimistic; bloodred
sage - wise through reflection and experience...

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Part 1

Onion

the delicacy of friendship

I found you in the flowers
Standing tall we become one
Looking down from gangly towers
Squash, you burn, you pillage, son.

Follow me you say in tongues
Thy shallow mind reveal me tell
Whisper lies clean load the guns
I feel the burn I rot in hell

Friend...

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You start out green and new, as a brand new shoot, nurtured by a ‘Loving Mother Tree,’ and surrounded by lush, growing sibling leaves all
In relative, naive Harmony.
You mature and grow into The Most Beautiful Version of Yourself, peaking a little too early, given the...

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Psalm of the Heretics Saved

Oh, God!
You’ve taken my hands;
the blood spills onto the heathen soil of my birth!
The jaguar cannot help me.
The mighty pyramid rising past the trees
is a pride you’ve turned to shame.
You sent your messengers on canvass wings 
and they descended from the...

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Shall I liken you to a corpse bouquet?
You are certainly ripe and more fetid.
The fond zephyrs of May waft your decay
Up the addled noses of us wretched  
Hordes famished for flesh, lurching on the moor,
And me amongst them clawing to your scent
Putrix beyond the...

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Come my love past the beauty of the hill
Ablaze with ginger sunset and fall fire
On a fast downhill wagon hayride thrill
In festive saffron and amber attire
Celebrating with tambourine and lyre
Autumn’s gift of new harvest abundance
With an improvised Abu Barn floor dance

Circling around ginger and umber...

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How I miss what I never had
Long hot kisses kinetic cranberry flavored
As I struggle with my need to breathe
Every breath in and out for you
The deepest fuzzy feelings ferment 
In every fiber of my body my soul
We are so close yet so far
Long distance love...

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Snakes in loose tongues
Proclaim one message, doing the opposite
When lie bangs and sty clangs
Identify and typify the hypocrite

Who declares faith in one moment
Swims in seas of sin
Inviting the ferment of torment
The hypocrite in his din

Can’t shove away
Despite claims to sainthood
That conscience can’t slay
As sin neighbourhood

Captures...

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These quakes and shivers of mine,
Are they tales forebode?
Language spat, drool untold,
Encrypted bits by line.

Does the anchor sit?
Cracks in dorsal fins,
Pinch the nodes whose nervous system knows,
Better than to think.

Juniper pine, ferment pepper mend,
The ache of later hours,
To quench the essence ever tends, 
To that...

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J'apprends le français en ce moment
parce que j'ai l'intention de voyager à Paris.
Je ne parle pas couramment le français.
J'ai découvert Le Lac il y a quelques années.

Par un mariage
Du côté de ma mère,
nous sommes liés à l'écrivain français /
romancier Pascal Lainé.
Dentelle délicate,
une histoire d'Apple.

Je ne...

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What If My Beauty

How do I enter my poem into Beauty Contest?
I thought that all beauties had to be bathing.

What if my beauty was to run abundant?
Me and my poems people thought were repugnant
And always on other Soupers I had relied
On ways all of my...

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I left the Earth and walked to the Moon passing the Sun.
Along the way a Star I did meet full of treasures and fun.
The Star had a story to tell so I listened carefully so keen.
It told me of Earth’s history and mysteries setting a...

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