Best Garbled Poems

...PS - IT’S POETRY

Not merely words laid on a line
by blotting pens, by pencils fine
nor forms in perpetuity
teased with ambiguity.

It’s more, or less, depending on
the time of day, sunset or......

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...Her smile was lopsided, crooked
And her eyes had lost their shine
In a wheelchair bound and broken
Sat this mother dear of mine

Once the one that they called “Sunshine”
Now was bowed with grie......

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...To be blocked, it’s black and white or grey as a rock.
You can exist and be present, like floating particles in the air,
no mudslinging expressed but someone will make it their nosy affair.
Then a......

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...For months I’ve partitioned – sectored my strife
Trying to determine – wrong from the right
Clinging to bits – healing the bytes
Moving and changing – formatting new life

My career crashed – wi......

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...I learnt a lesson well today on how good hygiene works,
and how sometimes it doesn’t pay, to gain professional perks.
It was Mick the barber’s little lurk that put up this dreadful case …
I’ll nev......

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...Wrapped into a cocoon of impenetrable meaning and faith he followed the light

Doom and gloom had once shadowed his library of dreams and contentment

Scattered in his loony resemblance of a rati......

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...A friend is like a radio receiver:
fine-tuned to your heart's frequency;
able to decipher its garbled broadcasts,
redacted by embracement, and encrypted by fear.
Ignoring the ubiquitous w......

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...We decided to take a walk.
If the moon and stars still existed,
they were hidden behind clouds.

Then a fog hit us like a wave, a cloud 
that had run out of gas and crashed on us,
to further sh......

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...There’s magic on the tungsten sea
That brings forth spittle in waves
Like giant sheets of paper uncurling
On a table.
There’s magic in the carrot sunlight
That makes pale skin warm and silky
Li......

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...The year I became seasick
I lived in a bungalow on the edge
of a wilderness moor.

The sky and land
grappled together
for supremacy of my soul,
Inner dogs whined,
my eyes were portholes
wher......

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...What creeps in space beneath the Elder trees
   where time exists unfettered misting shore
   that haunts and howls yet never says what for
   as unborn twins that rot in garbled seas?
Whose ......

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...I miss my Mama
She left me too soon
I still see her in dreams
And even then I wonder
"Mama, are you going to leave me again?"

Everything she was
Seems to live inside of me
Her love for words
And rai......

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...I thought to give his description
and tell why I want him alive.
He often causes adventure,
my life took a certain nosedive.

Standing, he’s five to six inches,
a bent toothpick he calls his bow.
He ......

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...he rubbed his eyes
and said you just think that way
so you always have an answer ready
which may well constitute
a state of pure entertainment
with multiple jaw grinding orgasms
in a dog lick d......

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...Memories of  a  love I’m losing
arrested  thoughts on sculpture paper-
an altered photograph, adorned
 by hand cut leaves, evergreen shades, and lace
From the page emits, cricket songs
 drifting......

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