Best Heaped Up Poems

...Rodents can be loquacious
That includes your average gerbil
They love to prattle, chat and blather
They really are quite verbal

Hamsters are talkative too
Just as garrulous as can be
With run......

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...No Bread.  Why?
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Big round dark eyes staring at forgetfulness.
Eating nothingness, feeling helplessness.
Scavenging the streets for morsels finding hopelessness.
Fora......

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...Sweet potatoes, special cuts,
 Grandma's spices, nuts,
Raisins cooked in every bite.
Flaky crust baked light,
Cool whip heaped up high.
Thanksgiving –
Pie!......

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...BROKEN FLOWERS
i.m. Ann, my sister 1947 – 1997)

Heads of fine purple strewn across cement
And yellowness heaped up in an airless room –
Travesties to which your heart’s golden fire-dust
Is an increm......

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...THIRUK-KURAL on not offending the Great*: Periyaaraip Pilaiyaamai - Canto 90 K895 and K897

[* The "Great" here are indifferently the King or other learned and wise people whom the King ought to......

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...Let's do dinner tonight at the Covid 19, the hottest new restaurant in town.
We won't need a face mask, we'll sit with a crowd and dine on Pandemic Stew.
We'll start with a creamy White Supremacist......

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...My Grandmother’s Kaleidoscope    

The stones and the planks of her heart
resonate with the pick-axes and the
hammers. My grandma’s mansion
loses its head, arms and trunk.


His hidden life i......

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...We've heard all about the stockpiling,
the toilet rolls, lettuce and beans,
but secretly more of this is going on
unnoticed, and behind the scenes.
The Government, in our best interests,
(which ......

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...A canticle I think I'll be, 
A rimed thought, hoary and ancient, 
Stinking as the dust heaped up empyreal on the hills of 
The Judean sands;
And as dulled and dimmed as an archaic coin tarnish'd.......

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...the leaves fall not from the tree
because of their own weight
but the weight of anxiety 
heaped up like unpredictable tomorrows 
and days after days of dismal weather 
compel the leaves to leave......

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...at the tavern in the darkening hours 
a drunkard swallows the small world reflected in his glass 
at one gulp, emboldened, he dances with inflamed eyes 
brandishing the ornamental sword taken down......

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...Last night I slept
And last night I dreamt
Of what has come and gone
And that which is to come

It was a revelation
Of an impending revolution
The dream made me to dream
The dream is my dream......

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...Fascinated by a word ‘lofty solitude’
I, as a tall and dignified pine tree,
once stood high on a mountaintop
that stands there from a time remote in antiquity
the unfathomable height.
However, I......

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...And how the wind howled around
  the old container,
    wheezed through the cracks,
      laughed devilishly, 
        fed demonically on our emaciated
          living remnants.
        Huddle......

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...It is as if I strangely sit between unfoldment and the
pit turn the heart and bend the lip of ageless silent
sun and trees of passing pageants aimed to please
the garish and the blinded throng fro......

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