Best Flusters Poems

Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers,
picking pennies from the gutters
as the merchants close their shutters
and the homeless crouch in doorways
in their rags, against the cold.
Black or white, no compromise,
no colours clothe the empty streets,
as Bobbies tread their lonely beats,
the watchmen rub their crusted eyes
and...

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THE COLOUR OF SIN
On a dusky holiday evening,
When the bustle and hustle of city life is left behind,
Salty water flows in-between his fingers
Dangling from a yatch rocking the waves,
Somewhere in the Mediterranean.
The ripples answer the giggle of a little pearl
Jumping on the laps of a...

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Submersion Connections

The water heaved and sighed with the gathering force of self while
	the tug positioned to push, pull, hold.

The mammoth engineering marvel,
	rose like the Phoenix with the grace of Shamu,
		antenna first
			then bridge
				finally the deck
The round port hole unwinds.

On the dock are,
	two women and a man
The...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise, 
no colours clothe the empty streets, 
as Bobbies tread their...

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An explosion of hair in her face is disclosing
the beauty of the eyes veiled beholding
a dream unfolding where the poor are gold and
war is at most a bloody tale told in
the misty night when the tired have grown old with-
-out the tolls of belly aches,...

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I spy, a feather beauty bright
With speckled blush on breast
Basking within the thicket light
Dancing round about her tiny branch 
 
Your fluttering sight beholding
Within the snowy briar
Bathing among the warmth
Of the morning's golden glory

Its brilliance your own crown of halo
Like a sunburst that swallows
Up the...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise, 
no colours clothe the empty streets, 
as Bobbies tread their...

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barren
i pour life into your carcass
three minute companion
join me for an afternoon busied by the flusters of the world

endless noodle sucked through an indifferent orifice
brown abyss
what lies beneath the surface?
floating buoys aptly distract my visual analysis
yellow, orange, green

styrofoam smirk!
allow me to revel in your sweat
for...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise, 
no colours clothe the empty streets, 
as Bobbies tread their...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise, 
no colours clothe the empty streets, 
as Bobbies tread their...

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Pre-dawn, and the street-lamp sputters,
merchants come to raise their shutters,
regard the fading moon, and mutter,
'yet another day.'
Begone, O bride of midnight!
favour us with not another glance,
put your spells away,
you'll not lead us in our tribal dance.
Behold a wrinkled substitute, 
a crone who likes to think...

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Tossing and turning
The hot flusters that rule the night
Moaning and groaning
Eyes closed mind wide open
Sobbing and sighing 
A hundred voices in an empty room
Your pupils whizz around under your eyelids
Your chest heaves 
Cheeks red and damp
As you turn your weak body to the made-up side...

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Pre-dawn, and the street-lamp sputters,
merchants come to raise their shutters,
regard the fading moon, and mutter,
'yet another day.'
Begone, O bride of midnight!
favor us with not another glance,
put your spells away,
you'll not lead us in our tribal dance.
Behold a wrinkled substitute, 
a crone who likes to think...

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Pre-dawn, and the street-lamp sputters, 
merchants come to raise their shutters, 
regard the fading moon, and mutter, 
'yet another day.' 
Begone, O Bride of Midnight! 
favour us with not another glance, 
put your spells away, 
you'll not lead us in our daily dance. 
Behold a...

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This world is idyllic, warm, and blithe,
Boundless life, endless keenness,
No tears, no flusters, and no doom,
New sky alternative earth,
In addition to lasting life and light,
Hopeful, peaceful blood ties,
Hope the world is genuinely so brilliant?

Written: March 16, 2022

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