Best Grout Poems

Yer briny whore
akin to boar
wit' mangy hide 'n scurvy-pocked
chomped 'n chewed
me black 'n blue
wit' carnassial chompers as of croc

Be curs'd, yer nit  
me ample bits
equated ter yer own be nowt 
yerz be carnivorous  
scaly 'n scabrous
yer plaque be axed ter beef up grout

Uncomely...

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Sticky smears on the table top.
on the couch spilled soda pop
one chewed up shoe and one flip-flop
I’m doomed to clean this mess non-stop
            
Greasy dog bones gone astray
found buried in the rug today
the hamster...

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Lenny was 30 and still living with his old cheese, everyone called, Lenny’s mum.
She was always on his Cadbury Snack to go find a trouble and strife for a chum.
“Geez, leave off mum, I’ve been looking down at the Punchbowl rubbity Dub”.
“Well Lenny, go to...

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If I could only maneuver about
Or manipulate this stone
Then perhaps, by chance
I'd loosen the grout
This mountain, I would hone

Maybe I could toggle a bit
Molding my world of clay
Evaluate and calculate
Every inch of every day

If luck would have it
I'd be dealt a pleasing hand
If smart enough...

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walls crawling 
inside out 
Escher etching
fingernail grout
staring at stares
plaid throughout 
plied and played
guts splayed out 

wailing away 
in bars in stout...

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To the legendary teacher I pay tribute
For imparting live voices to the mute
You paid gratitude
To the multitude
On the mountain top you stood
And all the heads understood
You never said ‘Never’
As admired in Geneva;
Tremendous work for real
Remains in me a thrill!

You explored the world
Left in me a...

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rip me open, inside out 
straddler feeling, he came out
drag me along, make me bleed
fake your love, I don't feed  
screams for help , I, the silent grout ...

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“Kafka Disordered”



Kafka disordered 
never complete
in himself 
burning stories 
fuel for Nero
dreams of you
reading him 
wrapt under 
the covers
of his last pages 
tattooing his voice
on your tongue

lips pass keys
legs entwined
love notes 
never run

Metamorphosis
the trial

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)





"Mirror Forever" / Weyes Blood
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"Andromeda" / Weyes Blood
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“Every thing you love...

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A child in the shopping Mall, wearing Superman kit,
leaps up with one arm in the air and tries to fly a bit.
With dreams of being bulletproof and lifting heavy things,
and all the other powers being a superhero brings.
Such innocent exuberance he'll find, as time goes...

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Life is hard, tough, rough, like a brilo-pad
Growing up, street smart was all I had
I had no choice but to turn to the hood
It's difficult trying to change for the good
What do you do when there's nowhere to turn?
Before you decide, look back, what did...

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Homey eyes of peasant stew
A cozy-colored mossy mew
Stony cottage, snowcheeks bleu
The forest fins for frosted fruits.

The warmest thought speaks crumbly bread
A partridge purr puffs through my head
That grants the grunkest grue a ‘Get!’
To packrat out the paquerettes.

Don’t see the speech I say with sneer
As something...

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Rub-a-dub-dub
Three men in a tub
What were they doing there?
A grout guy, a plumber
Not sure who was dumber
The third guy to open the beer!...

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Subjects queue for choices less seldom

sewn seeds ready to sprout,
fleeting moments of freedom,
governments consumed in filth and grout.

Primordial resistance prepares,
soldiers wait and scout,
democratic fulfillment dares,
shattered peoples, voices shout.

Tortured by feelings of trust 
fortunes for elitists to flout.

Contrariety of notions reflect,
streets abandoned, emptied of clout,
misdealt and...

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the tattoo on her eyebrow frowned

at the sight of yesteryear’s cutlass

the well-rounded blade had become

blunt dull and worn down from overuse 

and yet straight to the point of salvation


the pain cut unceremoniously deep

like a double-edged sword that

protracted the kill in anticipation

of slicing from a lacerated...

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by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2016

For all who suffer Arthritic pain
they know when it’s going to rain
aches in joints, won’t go away
just got to get through another day

We all have it to some degree
I know you feel it more than me
I try to support you...

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