Best Filthiest Poems

The point of no return could be global or individual 
but never is it in the middle. 

It is a horizon of dreams aloft in hope held by tentative
strands of rope that weaken and deny what hearts are
seeking.  It is love, stirred with hate...

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A quiet prelude
to a mystical piece:
It is apparent
that my spiritual side
must be released.
Perhaps it is
to my squeakin' wheel
the grease.
Upon my brain
I signed the lease.
It just ran out.
Why pout?
Why pick only one?
Museth I.
There are many in the sky.
Allah, Yahweh, Zoroaster
and Ja'Quan
For communion I shall
eat fried wontons.
Worship...

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They were as Jonah was,
cast down into the belly of the whale
They were soon to experience
every unimaginable horror on this ship of hell

On the voyage of the damned,
     you hear the cries of the condemned
Be prepared to die as well,
 ...

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Do not give thought to your stagnant place.
Everyone has their station in life.
No matter if you've been told other wise.
In the scheme of things you will earn your place in life.

A certificate from the furthest dark of toil.
Ink undried, think in kind, link in time.
From...

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there’s a casing on the floor for every lie you ever spun
make a case in pointing out they’re all coming undone
shameless is as shameless does, was there a point to prove?
well, i’ve got just what i needed now, so tell me, who used who?
two nights...

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Grandma Gretchen's in her rocker and she has something to say. 

She tells a visitor, a young man from the city, if he plans to write a book about life on a farm in the Fifties, he likely has a lot to learn. She knows...

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COPLA 68 INVOCATION: This Bad Guy World

We drop from the filthiest parts
End up wanting to get back in:
Sense of humour

Thank You! For keeping the head’s thoughts
Far from losing face in within
Though women sour

The rest of Life’s littered obstruction
You put in place just to surmount:
Care for...

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Some men are afraid of ignorance
They go about the land seeking truth
Opening their eyes to the filthiest of things
Wanting to know everything they can
They will never be fooled
Their knowledge will open others as well
Where the truth lies, ignorance lies also
Like a child longing for acknowledgement
Some...

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Dirty Dudes Club                 (Light Poetry)    (Humorous)


Dirty Dudes Club looking for a new president 
A dirty guy thinks he is a qualified resident,
He had not showered for...

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Laurah Maybelle Rickborn

1907-1935

Life was such a excruciating bother.
I’m happy the long drama is finished now.
My childhood consisted mostly of chores and lessons,
While my teenage years were devoted to daydreams,
Dancing, and the work I did ceaselessly,
On my parents’ modest farm on Painter Avenue.
Indeed, I acquired the...

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Born from the Motherland 
Brought up from the ghetto's filthiest sand
Born with a purpose 
To soar and rise above the coarse 
A smile so divine
It can never be defined
Carrying a majestic walk
She portrays herself as classic

Oshun, the goddess of love
Indeed she's pure like a dove.
Now...

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Sugar Won’t Melt in His Mouth

By Elton Camp

For Rufus it’s a weekly task
To pull out his Sunday mask
He dons it for an hour that day
To assume a sanctimonious way

A chrome fish his car does adorn
To tell all that he’s been reborn
Any little children he will...

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Frequent surfacing in night club
And the Lion sprouts from a cub
Soon, you cease to be submissive:
Life begins to be permissive.
With others you may shoulders rub
Sometimes, sincere courtesies snub.
A used-to-be-meek aggressive,
At inconstancy progressive....

In night clubs be sure of hubbub,
The filthiest thoughts served perfumed dub
Yet, life here...

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I fought one piggish Titan and I won
As if that devious Leech existed not; 
Sealing the very firy nose of his gun
With ball-like rags to sap every shot.

A long-lionized mogul of giant name
Slew my low fists by a magic stroke;
Vilest Judas glossing in pesty fame,
I...

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It's drained me so lazy
I can hardly move anymore
My legs fell limp
My arms dried to stone to hold me up
Oh, wait ol' kind depression
I know you haven't forgotten me
You've tested me to see the limits
Reached much too soon and I;m done
The filthiest cadavar behind me
Repeating...

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