Best Idiocies Poems

How many people with foreboding palpitations
have I seen slip from middle age and slide into old age?
They slither into their last refuge, the dirt hole,
and ignorantly nestle into the forever unknown life stream

The ones who grow old breath by breath, carry a last wish,
that life...

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he parlayed a condom full of nouns
in bold thrusts of the quill
for the para structuralist cadres
many of them freeway orphans
who won't even read a stoplight
on the other hand
there's a lot of other hand
upon hearing the chimes of midnight
I opened the door 
another surprise party 
that...

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I sit, chewing on my pen tip,
Trying to look as if I am deep in serious thoughts, 
Tapping my foot with an air of restless efficiency,
Fussing over my spellings and ink blots.

I glance at the somber calculator,
It seems to glare at me in quiet reprimand.
I...

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The day you cut me wide open,
I bled tears from a hideous face
And pure prisoned blood from my sealed benevolent cocoon.
I was not as pitiable as pathetic purple onions,
So you wouldn't weep for me.

The ruffled white sheets mourned with still ripples,
For I was a cruel...

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The human being…
Who is worthy to bestow this title or its meaning…?
Mortal beginners naming us damned sinners…
Begotten is this son; created in the image, the human being the Holy Grail…
Inquisitions; manipulations cloaking divine knowing with a consuming veil…

My soul sings the truth of your wisdom…
Joyous...

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The day fell at its prey since man’s first fall,
To feed poison the dragon hath lifted its head,
Men have fallen into lucrative chasm,
Many ‘succeeded’ perching on the dragon’s head,
A few ‘defeated’ chewed ‘twixt the beast’s teeth.
The ‘victory-markers’ decked themselves with stars stolen
Which ought to be...

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Always been a fool for love;
Not once have I been in love and have it end well;
There was always a twist,
And you are probably my worst choice.
But why start thinking now?
Am I even capable of thought?
So I heard it's a very thin line between hopeful...

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Dearest green mother; 
Tis your godly soul brother…
Self recycled my vibration…
Synchronized to your beacon station…
Simplicity to your mystery, cycles of reincarnation…
Intelligent resource utilization…
Prevents our home degradation…
Mans being enchanted by another tangible green…
Love for money cloaks discernment from containing valued meaning…
You shake cities attempting to wake...

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Years ago it seems,
	Feelings, had dreams attached.
		Dreams, created thoughts.
			Thoughts, lead to hopes.
				Hopes, blossomed into actions.
You see, I can preach and pray, 
	nevertheless, without action nothing is accomplished. 
And the only thing connected to nothing is death. 
These kids walk around spouting out idiocies.
	Stay woke?
When did...

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It was almost at the middle of my teen-age days,
When mind, like a horse without bridle, found rough ways;
Inner laissez-faire, like snake in dilapidated crack, set in,
Legs, the way they found, aimlessly, anywhere broke-in;
Parents and relatives resembled villains, who gave me grief,
Warnings of elders seemed...

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"Your enemies know you, as you know them, and truth bears on--face to face ... The Mirror Cracks ... Your friends know you, as you know them, and truth bears on--face to back," by the Poet.

An individual's 
persona can be 
best attributed
via personal 
experiences
whether it'd...

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immense
and minimum
discontinuous space
between you and me.
even being side by side
each one sees
what he wants to see.
so close and lonely we are
but
and if there was only you
alone in this life
what reason would you have to live?
(I thought these idiocies
before marrying my ex-wife)....

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Dear Diary writes the Queen
in her journal
about a mirror of such imagery
in which you can live soo vicariously
of peasants and slaves
oh the high coo 
of an owl

The princess is a verse
poetic you'll learn to recognise
She comes across a book that writes itself
and for each that...

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