Best Granulated Poems

When the Goddess of aroma
graces my caffeinated soul, 
her milky quartz crown 
                     shines in shades 
        ...

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How to maintain credibility

Granulated points of view, they will not pan out.
They will sift through the strain, and leave your crowd with doubt.
This is always something, you must try to avoid,
or that crowd will toss your words, right into the void.
You can say what you...

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From the Nostril Vortex

I breathe in your perfumed 
Plasma leaves from the nostril vortex.
I thrive in the pleasant scenes and velvet touchings. 
I wince like a skybird earthbound.
Dare to escape from me. 
Dare to hide in the dark.
Shhhh! Don’t make a sound.
I am dancing without...

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Dear Charlotte 
Don't play games with my heart
For mine is half stone 
As a snail wrecked on the beach 
Full of sand that is slightly 
Petrifying inside itself 

At least this heart is
Cuddled by waves 
Till it is eventually thrown between 
Some big stones and...

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Here I sit on the beach's grey sand
as the sun begins to set.

Another day is complete...come what may.

The gentle sea breeze kisses my face,
as I pull my blanket around me snugly.
My hair dancing playfully.

I close my eyes and let my mind drift away,
as I hear...

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How come when I go to the fridge there's always nothing there? 
The kids they always clean it out and surely that's not fair. 
They're always in the flamin' thing and treating me old hat, 
The missus says, "They're growing dear, you must allow for...

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'Gari', yes 'gari' with deluge of sulphuric mixture,
  It’s creamy without injecting cream, cow’s advice,
  O! Blazing dust of gold, erupting particles of diamond
  Snowy cubes of crystalline filled whole,
  Usurp the trap of hunger and rape my being
  Tell...

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Men at work, bumper to bumper
tensile traffic, thick black bitumen.
Everything seems to last longer 
then that grey granulated concrete

that extends from Bodega, Cali-
fornia to Savannah, Georgia.
Blacktop pot-fill smells like
the solid and searing work of roofers;

hardhat knuckle down workers,
men that stretch skyscraper towers,
or suspend themselves over
the...

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whast dos' he sing of me
that he samples this as 
love
that they might stop
 to write
and sing this as love
must samples be tasted
and talked about
to create words
to speak
lesser of
what circumstance
I stand to thee
and sing


1/4 cup sundried tomato's        ...

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Stretched to elasticity’s extreme…
nothing more to give; 
like an overturned cup,
the nectar drained and dried 
to granulated etchings on the rim.

What was that said
about a heart filled to the brim,
running over with love’s treasures?

A bitter heart leaks away
till after time and after tears,
grief’s blank mosaic...

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1 3/4 cups = all purpose flour
1 tsp = baking powder
1 tsp = baking soda
1 tsp = salt (opt - to taste)
1/8 tsp = ground cinnamon (opt - to taste)
1/8 tsp = ginger (opt - to taste)
1/8 tsp = nutmeg (opt - to taste)
1/8 tsp=...

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Homeboy’s got it going on
Swagger tighter because of the stash of money
Tied in rubber bands underneath his bed
Modern Day Romeo, with hints of Mercutio trailing
Right into my ear, easing honey on my lips
Imprinting his fingers on my thigh
Sliding his soul into mine
Fluent in the language...

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Desert Reflections

Desert wind lifts the white blanket of sand again
Into the granulated fog like moving cover that it is
Conditions that prevail against the host of light
Blocks visibility, blots out the sun 
Yellow in its infinite enormity
It normally occupies a large portion of the sky
But the...

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I like the feel of the sand between my toes,
A distant walk along the seashore.

Shells linning the beach,
All different shapes, sizes and textures.

The sand sifting through my fingers and hands,
Fine and granulated, meticulous and godly.

Boats cruising on the Florida waters,
Walks to the marina on a...

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Outside, the air has grown inordinately chill.
As the winds fatten into swirling, sweeping gales,
Snow forms into heaps, structured like mounds and hill.
Silent and solitary lie the inert sleeping vales.

Winter days are growing brief and icy cold.
Mountain peaks glisten in granulated powdery frost.
Trees devoid of leaves...

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