Best Foulest Poems

In warmth I lay, the hearth aglow
the winter winds do softly blow
and with the moon’s pale silver light
I sink into the arms of silent night.
the blankets soft the room so still
a peaceful hush a restful thrill.
I close my eyes to dreams I flee
embraced in calm…...

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In shadows deep where childhood fears reside
A father's wrath and a son's tormented life.
A torrent of abuse with a soul's despair
A question lingers heavy in the stale putrid air.

"Why was I not enough for my father's pride
Why did your love like fragile glass - subside?"
I...

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In a bubble
Of social interactions
Biden my time
Behind the gym
Until the trumpets  pout and fluff
Punching I lay them all on the floor

Sadly life is down to the seconds
No time for self reflections
We jump on the slightest of offenses
holding our heads high on those pretenses
Our rights...

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We all employ them in different ways,
most wisely, to inspire, cheer or praise.
Some try to keep them clean, and some do not.
Depleted of them, we can’t voice a thought.

We use them to make small talk, break the ice,
or offer resolutions, give advice.
We wheedle and beguile...

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From my chap book, "Not So Serious"

‘Tradition demands respect for age.’
Proclaimed some ancient Chinese sage.
Ah, that is such a noble thought,
But wise old Chow he really ought
To walk the isles of a supermart,
Stand behind old granny’s cart,
Left mid-aisle, perhaps forgot.
Limp, lump, wrinkle, lowly bent,
God only...

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Gone now are the wondrous minds of old,
whose era treasured learning over gold,
And humble were the thoughts and words of these,
who, trothed to truth, would now be left displeased,
by hurried tempers bent on winning wars,
neglectful of th’ endurance truth implores,
Tis sober wit we prize? ...

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Born to the sea


Mind of water, flowing thoughts;
The currents beneath your words could change us all.
River heart, born to the sea;
The solace we seek waves to you and to me.


Join me on this voyage, over water, to a new land.
All hands on deck chairs are...

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Hidden within the depths of my words of the blackest ink
Are the truths only you and I know
Secrets and lies
Stolen moments of passion
Deception of the foulest kind
Concealing true identity
Time revealing sincerity of intentions
Thunderous silence roars
Locked away until the devil speaks his poison

Verbal sins from a...

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THE SURGE

You came like as expected
Winds furiously shaking the ground
Rain unstoppable continuous to pound.

As hours passed, your fierce marks the town
water increases up to its heights but still
you never stop swiping every corner, left nothing to spill.

Scampering, they're trying to lope your ailing temper
Mother and...

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A dusky sky becomes night as I lay here in bed. The
thoughts are Endless, as they run through my head.
I dream of sweeter days, oh, where did time go?
I want to get it back and take it in slow.
Mr. Timekeeper, could you do me a...

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there at the foot of the hill
stands a lone durian tree -
tall, strong and stately;

from its branches hanging
fruits with oval, spiky rind
prickly and sharp as nails;

the foulest smelling fruit
on earth the durian crop
it makes you throw up;

but crack open its shell
then you shall uncover
food of...

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Their numbers drawn, the backwards lottery
Almost none were aware they were playing

Assaulted by the poisons that save them 
Hairless children with steroid-swollen cheeks
Feared stigmata of chemotherapy
Daily valiance, heroism unsought

Magic bullets are a relative thing
Modern wonder within the foulest curse
Not many years ago, a death sentence
Now,...

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after all the idiots who followed Camping
found themselves up ****’s crick
after May of 2011 &
after all the morons hoping & “praying”
that they would get a “get out of life free” card
with the ending of the Mayan calendar 
just a little more than a week ago,
discussion...

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As I stood before the porcelaneous basin,
And streamed into its already uric and xanthous-stained depths,
A stain, a sight and a liquid yet yellower and more urinary;
And as cloudiness, not of mind, but of that which is uric attended the 
Deposition, a thought occurred unto me,...

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Righteous World!!!
Indeed!!

The Righteous, who are proud as they know it!
Are the foulest of them all!

"The Few" seeks refuge under the veil of transgression.
The Righteous or 'The Rightful' as they call themselves bolts in from nowhere.

'The Rightful' are too proud,
They speak too loud,
For the achievements which...

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