Best Guilts Poems

Christmas on the pacific islands where it's summer everyday 
is all about families, friends, joy, love and foods
Though we are many islands and ocean divided...

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I thought for a moment that 
he never felt the PAINS, 
When he beared the 
burden of our guilts and 
STAINS.
You can't imagine what he...

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Clear blue sky came to witness my funeral , decided to not throw any tears or any stones
Came to say goodbye to me before earth...

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Benumbed Jane!

"he'd never give a plain Jane like you a second's thought"
(but hellishly reign his godly wife)

O Jane!
Be little prettier 
Be more wiser
Crucify your benumbed...

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Managing his guilts to seduce the nocturnes
he left the gray area, surging
with a wandering death on the
half broken stairs –
before a closed gate was put...

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Yall have always known me, been right there by your side,
And thats exactly why...You should VOTE FOR ME.
You all shop at the same stores as...

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Oh how fine it might be,
But for a day or two,
To be an airling again;
Clean of conscience
And innocent of what hurts
I may have caused,
For I'd...

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Thank god I finally was caught and cited
for doing something that I didn't do.

Just think how much worse I would feel
if I actually had done...

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justice 

What does this vastly misunderstood word mean to you? 

Too what ends? 

May we seek? 

Who(m) may guide us? 

Endless deliberation (spiss spiss spiss)

Debated...

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The cunningness I feel is near:
It tries coming for a stay
Living within a beast, I once lived in
It's a bit dangerous wanting my play.

I have...

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A lot of ways to disguise
Beautiful dresses conceals ugliness 
Makes us feel confident
Happy and proud
Arts reveals the beauty of the surroundings 
Concealing the destruction of...

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Judge me, all ye judges
All ye, without guilts.
Spit your verdicts
I'm prepared lick the muck.
.
Point fingers at me
Men with polished nails.
Condemn me
Men with vile tongues.
.
Guilty!
I plead
To...

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My trace guilts and rears me,  
Thoroughbred from Spain, 
My trip jousts my banality, 
Until I cannot complain. 

Standing tall in the shadow, 
Which...

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Transl. of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 4 with a Clive Bush comment on Mottram's poetry 

Excerpt from an article, “From space to caves...

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It was not the ordinariness.
The pain of rejection. One
night  my lips touched
the lips of moon, to soak the
grief. Do not want to cross-
the threshold...

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