Best Fouling Poems

Turmoil
God awful gut wrenching 
nightmare riding
turmoil.

Throat clenching
acid rising murder of crows,
False importance on the trivial grows.

A gag reflex of learned fear
turmoil roils hurricane high
calms counterweight...

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While waiting at the river Styx, in twisted time untaught,
from branches of the gallows tree, in recollections wrought,
your soul, a beggar’s blanket, hangs in crazy...

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Continued from Part 1

               “Upon your knees in golden naves, while...

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Limricks prompted by a comment made by someone today

It's a fact, and no longer just a rumor
Some soup people barf at toilet humor
Have you sniffed...

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Where, oh where, is God? 
When will the man-child stop asking why,
stop searching for the other, the greater, the bigger
the more glorious presence?

This constant need...

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 Part 3

9th Delerium: Emptyness
Water wheels in wastelands... turning,
drowning relics in the slum
Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning,
lit by bandits blind and dumb
Pastured prisons, ponies...

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We have so much color all around us
so much beauty to fill our senses
everything we see and touch and taste
in the songs we hear
in the...

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Save Malaysia Today

S - Some time ago, there was a sovereign fund named 1MDB...
A - All too soon, there were mounting allegations of suspicious activities...
V...

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The honesty of kin, childhood, the win
to have it all, the prize, the goal,
a Mother's prayer, the senseless maul,
somewhere within my reach, still small!

The hot...

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a tear fights his way through desolation
the purple summer flower is snapped
hope expired to memorial
green fields are hermetically sealed
mud splashes fouling soft cheeks
the worst in...

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I heard the things you have been saying
I felt it when the city woke up,
as cars have started practice; fouling
the still of morning air and...

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I've got a clever new invention in the works
Going to make a fortune when I work out a few quirks

It's no bigger that a breadbox...

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Black shades cutting ice 
breaks ground deeply ebony chills 
darkness creeps closely consumed

Abandoned waste easily exhausted 
lands with it's own need
The fire inside laced sulphur...

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Today, I was determined to fly a kite;
There was plenty of wind with no clouds in sight.
Strenuously I checked the strength of the twine;	 
I...

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Unease…approaching panic in me grew,
As I walked out confronting carnage everywhere,
Radiation-rotted corpses fouling all the air,
Bodies bare of clothing, hair and skin,
Slain by war that...

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