Best Fly In The Face Of Poems

      
      Oh, I admire so, any poet who is willing to be real.
      This is my personal, on-going, endless longing!
      A poet-soul unafraid to...

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Primose path leads to the slaughter of American
dream delete pause proficiency with internetty
webbegone after thoughts of yahoo googleyed 
interred intricacies that shed benign capsules of
 mom entary apple pie delquiences cooling 
the soul shopping for the next alias avenue of
pointless me procurement mauling an ongoing
onerous...

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Gnats, fruitflies, midges, black flies
What do you call them?
I call them pests.
Unwelcome guests
I call them demons from hell.
They fly past my face.
They go for my eyes.
Lucifer in disguise
They like my white screen
They’re like a bad dream
And they’re really no good
When they try for my food
Oh...

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The Courage Of A Poet




Oh, I admire so, any poet who is willing to be real!
This is my personal, on-going, endless longing! 
A poet soul unafraid to swim against the current! 

To stop hiding behind a costume of image-filled words.
and fly in the face of...

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I'm afraid of the monster under the bed and in the closet 

I'm afraid of the lycanthropes who just like all our hopes were once beautiful and now who roped us in and now savagely  

 enloped with the vampires and the liars and...

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All is not as
The season of change
May fly in your face....

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The Night and the Mare.  

There is a horse,
and he is running.
A wooden carriage, 
strains his back. 
Bumping and grinding,
it trails the horse, 
both dashing along the sun drenched path. 
Dark passengers his cargo, 
they fly into the face of the sun.  
They...

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I am from Earbuds, from Skull candy and comfort of a small foam bud. 
I am from the home of powerful voices, restrictions, and order. 
I am from Sunday morning cleaning and warm cooked meals, from el Mugroso and Miriamsita and el llorona. 
I am...

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There are places out in space
that beg the question of why,
abiding where dreams embrace
our infinite inner sky.

Stargazers pay attention
to sidereal pathways,
tracing every dimension,
some using astral math ways.

Scientists study each fact
and what their instruments find
of astronomic impact
in terms of matter and mind.

The poets wordily lithe
of celestial...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXVI

IF you pull that long-besieged face
Back and forth to Brussels in Brexit bob-sleigh
Deal or No-Deal backstop Customs excise nor phase 
EU patience and make jingle-bells rein deer neigh

If you pull that plucky long face
You risk boxing the...

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Sometimes you have to swim against the tide,

at times you have fly in the face of opinion,

sometimes you have to decide which side,

that you are going to take,

there are moments when taking a stand

is the only right thing to do,

even if goes against others plans

in...

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Neon lights penetrate into the curtains and shed a colorful blast on the darkest of canvas. Leftover food scattered all over the ground. Random newspapers crumbled into a ball at the corner of the room, with dead cockroaches’ legs sticking out. The stained blanket leaks...

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Eyebrows on noses and whiskers on women
Large rats and wombats that suckle my kitten
Penguins that waddle in hot sulfur springs
These are a few of my befuddled things

La da, di da da

Piglets that paddle in puddles of poodles
Parrots that prattle for peanuts and noodles
Wild things that...

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Ah... tis nothing greater than...

malfunctioning heater 
on that brisk winter day
recorded here as proof positive
regarding following reasonable rhyme.

While scrolling thru 
poems crafted yesteryear,
I chanced to jog my memory where
there
occurred power outage necessitated 
more than divine intervention 
yielded courtesy effort
vis a vis wing and prayer
while yours...

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POM POMS FOR MAUREEN AND JAN

Maureen’s titillating poem, tit for tat.
Excitement of goosebumps,
sure as tease, shown in verse.
She has Jan’s front and back.

An exclamation - a sisterhood shout:
what’s this all about - birds or not?
Unfortunately, my title can’t wink,
smile or rise in peaks of zenith...

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