Best Fluctuate Poems

We can go for dinner and have a discussion,
a bit of mass debating when we're done masticating.

If you come and eject fluid situations,
give it hard...

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She lies, tan gentle lines and curves so sharp
she pairs her heart horizontal to zero 
Her body falling from great cusps above
Then deriving great pleasure...

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I saw him coming, my old friend Death 
His eyes were not wrathful but also not Kind
He simply looked up at the sky so Blue...

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The world  that a normal person, finds him or herself living from day to day, and that of a writer, who allows their creative...

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... you really think so?
I'm flattered to say the least,
but I honestly know not
where these words originate.
Do you think inside my squishy brain
is where they...

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Fallen out of favour
Dovecotes
Of arms 
Flapping
The featherweight fight

A symbol's weight
May fluctuate

But the pigeon
Has always 
Been a dove



6.27.2020

N/A Strand Completely New Poetry (1)...

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I love laughing with you, 
The mirrors in your gentle eyes reflecting a foreign smile
A smile only you can conjure with your awkward charm
I can...

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He lives between two worlds.
 
One that an average, or sane person, finds him or herself living day to day,
and that of a fictional writer,...

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Don’t define me by what you think I am
I refuse to label myself 
Exclude me from your pre-program
I don’t follow your parallel
How I express things...

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Break.
My nail hanging on the splintered door frame,
The rusty friction of my poisoned blood
Seeping through the contaminated cracks
Of the tormented nightmare I am in.

Rip.
My flesh...

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Lately, the weather has dropped drastically,
and Fall holds up serenely and beautifully;
green trees so stately gently fluctuate 
against a sky of transparent blue as hummingbirds...

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Parachute love once was my aberration

 and shift into abrogation/ fell for a  talebearer which only told lies annoyed my every thought

  ...

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God speaks as conscience;
childlike innocence.
When we disobey,
soul’s blue skies turn grey.
The ever changing moods of a soul that longs to be free 
can be varied...

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What does it mean to keep explanations age-appropriate?
I remember being influenced to hold onto fantasies as reality
Until my reality started to seem like a fantasy
These...

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Publican politicians talk in half-price right angles
Dodge City liberty
being smoking barrel bargain sold 
at a chill, 
Colt-45 degrees
AC (alcoholic crops) bootleggers selling 
Prohibition license to...

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