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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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!...

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There's nothing about the color blue
But it's written all over you
It has no taste or mellow sound
But too much of it will make you frown
It...

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