Best Flummox Poems

"The Payload" 

The payload 
came crashing down
like rain expelled
from the fat belly 
of a ruinous pregnant cloud 
bilious with buxom promise

it came crashing down 
like school fish released 
from the tight confines
of a course rope net
heavy onto a deck, where 
harried feet shuffled like cards

it...

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Ascending number of waves flow
Ultimate beads of ripples grow
Tensionless journey through the wind
Onto dry sand it smiles and grins
Politely moisting nearby rocks
Intricate rainbows form on docks
Laudable detail with each splash
Ornate sea treasures in a cache
These depths of matter can flummox....

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 Springtime put a spring in my step
Bluebird brought bright bars of music next
I saw her sip at the faithful fountain; sing soulfully
As I prayed: wishing the world was well, more certain
About the value of various voices: bird, boy, girl, gadfly ...
I threw something out...

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The moment I am out of the box
Foxes and hyenas surround me
Needy greedy aggressive seekers
Those who even a second before
Lay hidden in hibernation
In the tightly closed boxes of steel
On the verge of elimination
Thanks to the cultural policing

Now pouncing for dark and dense satisfaction
In a paleolithic...

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Yet in the plane, a bitter taste in my mouth, my heart beat risen,
 everything getting even worse -- the feeling of escaping.
Escape to know a whole new world,
from leaving my dusty country boots,
changing my culture, language, sceneries, people
but mostly, taking off the mask of...

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OLD MANOR 
THE NEW ONE 
LOOKS LIKE OLD MANOR.

IT IS ANECDOTAL OF THE FEELING
TO ENTER THE MANOR.
WHICH HAS GIVEN MASOCHISH
OF LIFE-O.

IT HAS BEEN THE CURSE OF 
MY LIFE.
WHICH HAVE MATTERED 
A LOT TO EVERY LIFE-O.

AND NOTHING ELSE MATTER 
EXCEPT THE THING LIKE
OLD MANOR.

THE THINGS HAS...

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CLAIRVOYANT
                        WE ARE STILL LIVING IN THE 
              ...

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We've been thinking how Crayolas come in a box
Because we hear they've been compared to a lummox
That's a funny thought, a mystery, and a flummox,
But we know red is the most used because it rocks!

Could be its gender-related that girls choose blue
Boys opt for black....

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We've been thinking how Crayolas come in a box
Because we hear they've been compared to a lummox
That's a funny thought, a mystery, and a flummox,
But we know red is the most used because it rocks!

Could be its gender-related that girls choose blue
Boys opt for black....

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Electroconvulsive therapy,
     a last ditch avail
able effort optioned, aye bewail
as desperation if standard
     psychological measures peter

     out leave ving paul tree
(paltry) choice, and blackmail
ling Doctor Frankenstein
     out of the...

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A new religion
That can the future divine
A new god
That can tell us whence we came
A nirvana of nonsense
That only increases our ignorance
A dismal wreck to people’s conscience

We fight among ourselves
To shed as much blood
As a sacrifice to hatred requires
We have long since forgotten
What bits of...

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Depress gasp peddle
make jest mettle, mannequin IQs
easy to steering will move

Simple-minded plan acceleration,
night shift flux be
turbo stupidity

Oxy dark vacillation
speedily end in
moronic wind tunnel termination

Pulse crash dummies
swerve change rational lanes
dash bored recklessly

Cranial balloon buffoons
always gon fail
those lobby pop quiz pitch tease

Stooge sputtering cartoons
fatally skid sail —...

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The heart can carry pain like a talisman.
Warding off further pain.
Encased in hebetude.
Wallowed in a plethora of flummox.
Like a butterfly in chrysalis.
A radiant sapphire evanescent.
Rhapsodic felicity turned idyllic melancholy.
But the butterfly quiescent must not,
Forever remain in this state.
For aeonian probity is promised,
If the heart rises...

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She speaks in lingo
Like foreigners speak gringo
In all forks of the great America
Around and out of this awesome Africa

She comes online
Doing this shows she recline
On the dawn and night of her words
Designed to have faith of coming birds

That would chirp 
Of grace that won't be...

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The world doesn’t tend to give you what you want 
Give me a locked box, the indescribable taunt 
What if she was feeling generous? 
In a moment of empathy, some severance 

My fingers delve deep and rummage 
I’d pay your entry fee, some sort of...

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