Best Gesticulate Poems

THE JOURNEY OF THE MAGGI

Such a journey we had of it
traveling to welcome the new born King..
nay... journeying to receive the to be born new king
we were three of us the king, the beautiful princess of our people
and the brave prince of our people

the king...

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Dawn, asleep at this hour
Chilled air is a gift
in the grip of summer


Landscape’s fresh silence
Moon, half blind
The traveling breeze
is a caravan


‘Come, naked and shivering, 
says Lake, 
dig through the mud for that
which is Truth, where the moon
inters her light, where bullfrogs
bark in circles’


The water
Lover, formless...

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At any rate
    Don't hesitate.
    Just concentrate,
    Wait for the gate
    To operate.
    Then trust in fate
    Anticipate.
    Race to dictate,
   ...

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I win your heart, your kickass ticking time bomb
I played it fair, no clubs, but love in spades
Feel I'll explode, but outwardly I seem calm
You, diamond queen, with me, jack of all trades

I sail your waves, the surf of your high rash crest
Your cyclone penetrates...

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"To my left,
I suddenly see a woman.
I can see her to this day,
and shall never forget it.
She carries a bundle in her arms. 
It is a baby. 
She runs, she falls, 
and the child flies in an arc 
into the fire.
Suddenly, I saw people again,
right...

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Dumb charade was a riot,
they laughed as he could not get,
what she pointed with fret,
he made errors,
as she shouted in clamour,
time was running out fast,
they were trying hard,
and could get object at last,
I was watching all of them,
and was also laughing ahem,
a thought struck me...

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What is the difference between a dream and an obsession? Or can they be the same? They seem to blend in some areas. Dreams can be held inside, while others guess if there's any dream inside the person at all. While shifting to obsession, people...

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Nancy's Shrink, goddess,

Yes we write of life and all the strife,
and the mind ferrets,will want to know today,
does ya hate ya momma, dadda,
was they really nasty badder,
or did ya personality,
really blossom just this way?

Could we earn anudder dollar,
could we squeeze out, a little holler,
cos me...

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I watched stars, as around me wound
the night like a shroud disturbed by wind,
and I wonder which will be first to bow,
that wretched wolf who takes moons lead,
or maiden alone with a single tear -
both swallowing dead things to live.

There is music settled on mountains,...

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Borborgymus, Borborgymi,
Eructate so delightfully!
I ruminate, throat tickles late,
And choking, I gesticulate.
I just ate but I don’t gestate.
Who throws the voice? Seems I’m the dummy.
Ventriloquist and talking tummy.
Borborgymi, Borborgymus
A lovely word, why all the fuss?

H/T to Milt’s Mysterious Rumbling Noises...

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Pink hues gesticulate undaunted,
interdiction resonating...doleful hearts
secretly abiding drained of purpose.

Pink mothers, daughters, neighbors dispelling
myths, clinging holistically, while vomitus
refutes breaths of life.

Pink secrets resound mercilessly,
relentless conjecture, demonized fables
secreting venomous depression.

Pink vows tirelessly march for cures;
enduring rain, sun, arthritis, disease and
loss of loved ones, precious ones...gone.

Pink survivors...

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I pretend to be human
His love’s the easiest to fake
He's the simplest to clone
His heart’s the darkest to take

I bare my teeth in a smiley
I made fb my friend
Gesticulate and post a selfie
He follows me @my_hand

The tweets spooked the owls
The broad daylight faded into night
The...

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My turn
Empathetically I listen
And I do not even judge
Though the nonsense you’re explaining
Really doesn’t sway me much
But I still refrain from speaking
My face remains expressionless
As I calmly wait with patience
’Till you’re done telling your mess
And I even check my breathing
Is my chest heaving too high?
So...

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Our hands so often shine for us
  though they may undermine us
They might even confine us, yet 
  our hands our what truly define us --

Our hands gesture, gesticulate, threaten and warn
  expressing our feelings from the moment we're born
We wave excited...

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Gray matter subjected to accumulate
incessant overall slack heavily larded
earlier in marriage, viz Zison clan
evicted Harris family,
whose hardship unemployment did exacerbate,
neither me nor birth mother worked

both this sir, and mum mate
afflicted with psychological disability
where physiological torture did subjugate
our respective physical beings with inadequate
skills to cope with...

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