Best Frangible Poems

Sodden dripped of midnight words
A slurred plight 
Perhaps of tonight
Broken in the sobering dawn
In this smoky staleness
We meet in false courage
Eluding the touch 
The tenderness...

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Waking in this glass-light prison where losses magnify;
painful tear-prisms shiver and shatter
the blue-bleak shriek of air on another

mausoleum morning of mourning.
Grief's sharp knife-edge slitted
the sapphire...

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the cracks begin to show   and flawless floors
are not what shift and shatter here

but fear   a frangible tear   gold...

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C antankerous and chimerical - comingle with my childlike charms.
 A morous and antagonistic - angel wings melt within my arms.
  N urturing and...

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“Autumn is a second Spring
     when every leaf is a flower”

Albert Camus
French philosopher, author and journalist

WINDFALL

the wind-bell, the windflower
  the...

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Withering hearts on an emotional departure 

We believe, you cannot guess
What we are about to say now.
It really does seem like yesterday
You were snuggled up...

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theorizes, surmises, realizes, outlandish notions 
   manifesting jibberish inside frangible egghead,
especially when attempting tip ply words struggling 
   to describe abstract...

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Traducent are we who speak with slivery truth
With silver fork tongues we malign the disclosure
Slanderous are we who act suasive and choose
The obduse of wealth,...

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As i begin the journey once again
I picked someone after the bloody rain
Ambiguous treated me with disdain
releasing wounds from diagram of pain

The frailty i saw...

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Shards of words 
smashed against a wall, 
an exploding nova 
of raw emotions 
that had once been
a systemized order 
of frangible letters, 
Cataclysmic dispersion 


Fiery...

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undocumented bona fide lyric writer
very extraordinarily real
also buttery brown bathed in genuine poverty 
unlawfully kept under change of invariability
willfully writing human unlawfully and lawfully man...

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THAT ANT
That frangible small thing
Is it plausible poor thing?
To puddle, wade then die?
You labour without respite
Yet you never tire
For many days you built a hill
With...

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The face is still,
the personhood a mask 
and from outside, there is no door. 

The world slows down,
its voice as if a worn down tape
devoid...

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The Secret of Emotional Mist

Evincing nothing, she remained mute
To nuanced intimations of intimacy.
There was nothing left to conclude but that
The greatest prison is boredom,
The greatest...

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THAT ANT
That frangible small thing
Is it plausible poor thing?
To puddle, wade then die?
You labour without respite
Yet you never tire
For many days you built a hill
With...

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