Best Gluts Poems

Lurking in fuzzy leftovers is seen
A quivering, crawling hairball of green
A florescent prune
Or cheese from the moon
Gurgles gastric, plastic alien spleen

The miser squire requires gluts of caffeine
To dissect this science project's gangrene
Harpoon on a spoon
Zoom to the saloon
Lunch ladies' supreme mystery cuisine.

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He stops
   Then hops

	On sill
	   His thrill
 
To peek
   And seek

	Highjack
	   A snack

Eyes flare
   With glare

	Embrace
	   My face

To hand
   A grand

	Cool treat
	   To eat

Give bread
   Instead

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to be a single woman in
america & aging to boot,
one must have breasts that sing to
the air (that never fall, that never
sag, that never do anything but
what the magazines show on
their covers).

to be a single woman in america
& aging, one must have an ass that
is...

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Most sweets their nectar pollen pollinates,
Preserving life before their sap gets sapped;
Yet amber's sweetest resin resonates,
Ambrosia's essence from death's lap gets lapped.
But you, my sweet, are most untimely soured,
Indulgent hungers feed with greedy gluts
On dulcet fares, you're from your prime devoured,
Consumed unsweetly through most seedy...

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The front of my building has bushes
But also unfortunate gluts
Of something invasive and ugly – 
A mountain of cigarette butts.

I’ve never seen somebody toss one – 
I doubt if my tongue could be held –
For such utter contempt for the garden
Is certainly unparalleled.

Though smokers must...

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Day too long been pilin' up
so when you smile me up
and down to my bones
ta hell with the phones and loans

groans and moans trump hands down.
Where ya been, outa town?
Who cares those eyes, oh my
pecs and gluts, ceps and thighs...

enfold me embrace me
hold on tight...

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Which train will come, I’ll try to guess
But that won’t really help my stress.
It’s building up as crowds surround
Creating quite the urban mess.

The tourists all must think we’re nuts
To cram on platforms where such gluts
Of humans stream without an end
To pack so tight we’re touching...

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Vials of stolen waters are sweet
To the drunkard who drinks 
As if he has not drank
Who inside is like bottled up wine
Pouring new wines into an old wine skin
Though he must vent, ready to burst
He considers not that the wines will run out
And that the...

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Earth, Moon, Sun, Mars 
Or any other planets,
Have a same visit? 
They share only a sky. 

Everyone has his gravity,
A small one is cycling 
After another a big one,
Also that has circling.

Everyone has a neutral space,
Nobody disturbs others,
If unluckily dies someone,
The black hole gluts it....

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stores nuts in safe chests

                          swings with guts finding shortcuts

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Febrile Fog obfuscates palimpsest varnished promises..

Naysayers hoodwinked... deluded players peeling layers..denuded..

Deafening din of our chagrin...

Espoused by rabbles roused by mandarins’ sins..

Tarnished...pampered pilferers pickpocketing public purses...

Deploring the warring cacophony of citizens curses.. 

Ignoring the boring nagging nadir of nurses...

Corporate castles built without stilts on hourglass sands..

Placards...

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Hunger for perfectly placed punga path 

Snakes surely slowly..garlanded scarf 

Turns & rakes fern festooned forest floor

Sun dappled glade, bathed and swathed 

Glorious green sheens in every shade

Follow the hidden hollow - through a secret door..

Fairies frolic on tour…bucolic tonic to explore

Rumbling..fumbling through moss tumbling...

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****s Gluts
Societal Stutter
More Cuts
Suicidal Splutter
Serfs Ruts

Should be wary
Weary of the scary
Leery lairy Dairy Fairy

Utter Nutter
If's But's
Gutter Mutter
Tut Tutts

Because of their ilk
Silk road's now
Bow..cash cow 
Kowtow to 
Road of Milk

Nadirs Clutter
Wing Nuts
Flitter Flutter
Garters from Guts
Soften your butter

Everything shudders
Will explode
Due to the udders

Rivers life
Givers rotten
Nature rife
Delivers from...

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Have bowlers become spicier?

Hitches in batting riches

Cut sl**s shut in a rut

Pitches become dicier?


Chestnut witches strut

Gluts of stitches

And seams dreams

Humdrum Timber 

Tantrum doldrums

Back in the hut


 
What we did see at the WTC

Wood from the tree

No pretence…don’t do defence

Weary..slain in vain again


Don’t be wary..leery of...

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Is there any other sort of sport.. that can hold a candle to having to handle

Getting caught in the ripsnort onslaught scandal…as speedsters hold court

Fraught as they face a serious deleterious imperious express pace ace

At their sleek peak..unique freaks..bombastic..iconoclastic mercenaries

Havoc to wreak on adversaries.. and...

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