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Premium Member God's Prank
The President was woke by his generals
a message hard to understand,
their nuclear missiles had all turned to chocolate
in silos all over the land.
The warheads, once fissile uranium
or Hydrogen, ten megatons
now smelt like fresh brownies or steaming Cocoa
and the same thing applied to all guns.
The bullets...

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© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: fissile, religion, war,
Form: Rhyme
Jinxed Jesting Jejune Junior Jobber Part 1
Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - I)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting bougainvillea background.

Civil, clever clover chomping, cheap
chipper cool cutthroat clueless clodhopper,
chafed...

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Categories: fissile, dance, hello, imagery, motivation,
Form: Alliteration
Ancient Sins
Drunk with pride 
the streets are bursting
in self-indulgence.
Who was calling the shots ?

Do you know the words
between intermissions, carry a secret-
till the brazen scoop
finds the hidden meaning.

It was grave
very grave truice, unmaking love
between the estranged lovers-
when clouds were seducing the moon.

You don’t belong to this
crowd...

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Categories: fissile, art,
Form: ABC

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Premium Member Eternal Light
Stars disgorge energy in waves by fissile pulsations
Equally in all directions, but do not call it darkness
Where those come not our way. Darkness is 
A matter of perspective. 

A rainbow of photons ignites our neural lanterns;
Globes in 3D to navigate the pitch, the default state....

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Categories: fissile, light,
Form: Free verse
Cattitude (Old)
You could’nt be the real French Martre design,
Must be the modified, Indian Side Winger Missile.
Unpatented still, definitely a loner, non-fissile.
Failed Test flight, poor soul, forced to resign. 

Patriot-men cruise, were you not conveniently sidelined? 
Three times cat-o-nine tails, You,and One other, on the fight.
A munching...

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© Jai Garg  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: fissile, life
Form: Free verse
Fraught With Ibs Irritable Bowel Syndrome
Fraught With IBS Irritable Bowel Syndrome...

today – late morning of November 4th 2022
sudden onset experienced whereby
whooshing waste naturally flushed out
ala mine body electric performed colonoscopy
diarrheal gangbuster instigated
maybe Machiavellian microbe
with powerful rectal surge
analogous to invisible plunger
forcing out every last tidbit
constituting raw bits of 
partially digested food...

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Categories: fissile, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme



Jinxed Jesting Jejune Junior Jobber
Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - J)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting bougainvillea background.

Civil, clever clover chomping, cheap
chipper cool cutthroat clueless clodhopper,
chafed...

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Categories: fissile, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Free verse
Fraught With Ibs Irritable Bowel Syndrome
Fraught With IBS Irritable Bowel Syndrome...

The earliest recollection with 
lower gastrointestinal eruptions,
viz psychosomatic induced distress
occurred when yours truly
quite a young lad, which specialist
invited me to ingest barium sulfate,
whereby the pinkish chalk like solution
traced a path thru digestive tract 
visible while I stood behind a screen.

Rear...

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Categories: fissile, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Fraught With Ibs Irritable Bowel Syndrome
Fraught With IBS Irritable Bowel Syndrome...

Rear lee if ever suffices as an apt poetic title
amidst bookish canon - while
this writer (similar to other aspirants
in their respective creative pursuits)
aware arbitrary perusers may deem vile

core body of voluntary selective readers
mentally affix probationary trial
before unequivocally gravitating
toward my genre...

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Categories: fissile, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
Mein Kampf Self Imprisoned Gulag
Mein Kampf...Self Imprisoned Gulag

Onset of conception wrought significant
destructive quantum sized genetic quark
invisible, fissile, and congenital skull,
sans crossbones deathmark

scythe kill logical metastatic
psychic path head shrinking Reichsmark
financial reparation taxed this human bark
at peril of ark

covenant fomenting incruent
lacerating psychological ordeal
triggering mythological hound fierce bark
king Cerberus from Hades

bajillion times...

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Categories: fissile, 7th grade, anxiety, creation,
Form: Bio
The Lesson
THE   LESSON   

We were caught by the neighbourhood  tough guys:
Him and me  against  six  of the wrong kids to meet.
In just the wrongest  darkest  part of the street

Snowballs began to fly.  They out-gunned ...

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Categories: fissile, peopleme, me,
Form: Narrative
The Wanderer Falls
Shadow souls flying across the sea
Of my senses they knew, what a mockery,
How do I write the song says the dream?
Whereupon the wanderer falls

In the scribbled pines 
Of a forest burnt 
In the addled minds 
of ruminants
Under the spell 
Of prescription drugs
A waterfall falling long
Whispering...

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Categories: fissile, corruption, culture, dark, death,
Form: Verse
Premium Member Spirit Boats
Stars disgorge energy in waves by fissile pulsations
Equally in all directions, but do not call it darkness
Where those come not our way. Darkness is 
A matter of perspective. 

A rainbow of photons ignites our neural lanterns;
3D portals to navigate the pitch, the default state. 
You...

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Categories: fissile, boat,
Form: Free verse
JUST A TRIP TO THE FUTURE
I have slept while awake,
And on an oneiric trip,
To stroll down the street;
And prognosticate in these rays,
Behold the white monster,
With a mask to fissile...
So, I peeped through the lens,
Of my conscience, my acme!

The future is nude and rude,
When I ask, why the quotidian;
The terror in...

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Categories: fissile, age, anxiety, conflict, dark,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry