Best Fluency Poems

My (bleeding) heart is filled to overflowing, 
To see any growing glad(iolus), garden glowing;
Each sun peached, (petunia) petaled delight,
Is frozen in precious moments of pure...

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When the mirror of 
               life is a gossamer film, ...

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I love the way you melt into my eyes,
And speak to me in fluency unheard,
That says to me your lust is on the rise,
My body...

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Emerging from sleep dream temerity,
his remote aurora  spectral prisms
from which his wakefulness gives legerity,
from which surfaces new burgeoning aphorisms.

Truth’s contours arrayed in fluid fluency,
his...

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Bless me
with the fluency of fury
and the articulate voice of anger.
Spare me though,
of its affliction of aggression.

Let my pen paint
the reflection of my thoughts 
like...

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1. Her intonations and vast vocabs are so sharp
on this impossible slope, I’ll reduce the gap
such crush from all gives a sense of stability
she knows...

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Firmly established Golden Rule justice
is not fluidly tipped out.
Yang has a firm grasp, does not easily let go,
as LeftDeductive Dominance tends toward internally competing constipation,
and...

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An open letter to new legislators,
new chief executive officers,
new judges,
and all new healthy climate parents and other advocates.

When you were in the process of securing...

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Justice In America 
    by Edmund Siejka               ...

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BodyLove feels like muscular energy, 
while AgapeMindLove emerges weirdly in reverse;
mind fluency, fertility, health…

Not in any way dissonant with BodyLove,
ideally
to grow maturing health also ecologically...

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Perhaps like a lightning
bolt of clear out of the blue
rigor mortis (tenon and
three decades hence)
two thousand fifty nine if you
count from January 13th 2019, adieu

attest...

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""Papa" "What about Spring ... ? 



"I don't know Son?"


Killdeer' draw you away from their nest, Bluebirds holler to all about it, hungry Father Fox...

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If Yang's powers are efficiency of outcomes,
whether positive or negative,
regeneratively sustainable
or strained out toward dissonant chaos
of runaway monopolistic monoculturalism,
which I believe economists call capitalism;

Then Yin's...

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We were not a nation, but just a continent 
Africa with kingdoms 
then, we violently got segmented and detached by people who never understood us...

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It's been a while. 

Creativity grounded. 
Dry, arid, sun-scorched, 
basking in blistering heat 
and too lazy to think. 

It's been a while. 

Vocabulary one vociferous...

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