Best Grips Poems

The British Petroleum
Oil slick
She tightens
The grip
Like a boa constrictor
Surrounding the flesh of
The Mexican Gulf and
From head-to-toe
She swallows
It all...

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At the cusp of a wrist is a grip invisible yet lasting,
Pulling toward a void quieter than thought,
A world of recluse and all visionary,
Can I really be the last one to come here?
Or will I be the first?
Do you exist merely for my sake?

Against the...

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Sweet talks a lady facing the brick wall,
Luster and light play with her dark shadows,
Palms hold her rock steady in the desire,
Each lock grips nature with pure temptation.

Lewd fingers in circular commotion,
Fondle each counter and curve with wet lotion,
Detach each string knot with tender motion,
Seduce...

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Grief grips me grim with her handcuffs invisible,
Chief Cop she may be as she stuffs me in her remand,
Brief barely is her self-proclaimed band of friendship,
Relief absent I am stranded, I can’t anymore stand.

Fired up to free from her shackles I work hard,
Tired and troubled...

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You turn my words into an enchanted silence, an ancient fear grips you—
are they truly meant to pierce, or are they just the shadows of a vivid dream?
But you don't see the abyss from which these words spring,
how your gaze could summon the rain to...

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Still Working It Out

Live your life to the full
As long as not a fool
As that would be cruel...

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Phil doesn’t go to church
but after midnight he enjoys
watching preachers on TV
swing their bibles in the air, 

march across the stage, yell 
about the joys of heaven and 
louder about the pains of hell.
He likes to see believers sing,

raise their arms and dance 
in ecstasy...

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Afraid of what I might see next
I attempt to keep my eyes solidly closed
Until I hear them breathing down my neck.
Imagining the most horrible death scene for myself.

Until the most horrifying music comes into my soul ranks,
Shaking me and waking me, to temporarily gloat in...

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There’s something about poetry that grips me
Like gravity does the moon, 
While I keep trying to let it go
It treats me like a loon.  

As if I can’t control myself 
And these urges in my veins,
To compose another line or two 
And extinguish all...

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Blissful rapture grips attention 
We meld with the current
Tranquil is our meditation 
Love flame our sentiment

To God’s music we jive 
Nodes within come alive
Cave of our heart our hive

Soma nectar drips
Blissful rapture grips

26-October-2021
Quietus ...

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Sitting here thinking, another week gone.
Another small increment moved from the fire.
It feels like it does when you’re just waking up,
half grasping consciousness, half in the mire.

When you’re not quite sure if it’s real or a dream,
the one where no matter your efforts you fail.
In...

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I can't go to school, so now I'm dumb dumb.
You don't want to know of what I will become.
I stay home all day and I sit on my bum.
My parents won't enroll me. They say, "You see, um....
Making sure you don't get sick is too...

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daylight time is short
cold darkness closes in early
SADness grips my soul
...

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OH MY GRIP

I want the firebrand
To my taste 
I want the dagger
To my taste
I want the bullet
To my taste
I thirst for blood
To my taste

I want war at the front of peace 
I want hate at the front of love
I want them to note I'm strong
I...

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