Best Inappropriately Poems

I reflect upon a word -
   Innocence
To understand more fully what it means,
I think of what it conjures up for me -
childhood times -
 those times when I believed all I was taught
from silly things like Santa Clause
 to sacred things
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A fleeting moment in time,
Is all I need for this rhyme,
Perhaps 10 minutes, no more
Sit in your armchair, close your eyes,
And to your utmost surprise,
Your life flashes past like an express train,
Happy moments with unimaginable joy,
Horribly sad ones, like the day
I lost my baby boy.
Where...

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Shattered Voices

Could I have not screamed or say No?
Am I Guilty?
I still feel as if it was an act of love...
But yet I still feel filthy
I have yet to meet someone that could satisfy me
As my mind wanders inappropriately
I see couples holding hands intimately
I look...

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I’ve given it little thought,
but I suppose it will follow me,
and today it has.
Today it followed me,
maybe as I left home 
and ventured to the bitter desk
in my bitter office.
It followed with no sweet treats,
but with vinegar, perhaps,
or battery acid,
inappropriately bottled 
with vanilla milk.
My coffee...

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I don't have a title for this
But I promise that fear won't become my rival from this
I won't let a horrible moment make me suicidal from this
I have a lot to get off my chest but I don't have a title for this

I refuse to...

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Staring into a sky so perfect blue

The wispy white clouds 
highlighted now stand further out

And I am suddenly stood transfixed

And I can feel the sun warming 
comfortably at my back

As I am dressed inappropriately in black

And all I see abound me is shimmering in glee

The...

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Monks and nuns,
ascetics and miscellaneous humble proletariat folks,
were taught custody of the eyes,
to show respect for those older
and/or wiser
and/or more supremely royal,
and/or in other positions of merited or inherited authority,
to avoid appearing too curious
too available
too interested,
to avoid temptations
of lust and envy and gossip,
to avoid that...

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They sit on their own
in their Hermit Kingdom
other side of the wall
singing their song 
entitled 
nothing to envy

peeling the skin 
away in generations 
it's worse than a famine
where colour 
is wrung 
from the inside out

emotive feelings
are not allowed
let the sentiments fester
like poetry inside tears
that go...

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Sometimes I sit and wonder
What you see in me.
I’m not always the nicest guy around: 
Do you just choose not to see?

I don’t always say the right thing:
Put my foot in it often as not.
My big mouth causes me trouble
But it’s the only one I’ve...

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I think he's talking about a cooperative bicameral political system,
with "How to talk to the other side".

And what could that possibly mean, dear Yang?

Well,
I was watching this Ted-talk from Marin,
by Robb Willer, as I anciently recall,
while reading George Lakoff's "Political Mind",
still...

Yes, dear,
you really talk about...

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THE SANDS OF TIME

We stop-- unquestioning the expertise of our Game ranger
focused--examining sand and road for tracks
Uncomprehending, we ponder waiting for clues he may disclose –the light of dawn

Finally- three words:”Do you see?”
A revelation for him
We try to discern—revealing imprints on a dusty road

Man of...

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Why'd I have to go off and love you
I mean I do love you
Kinda sorta in-a-way I guess not really anymore
Like I don't hate but I sometimes just want to pick at your heart with a meat clever till your true emotions spill out
Don't get...

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Thoughts how they fade into nothingness of regret. I am lost once again. The pain of yesterday has not forgiven my offences and I am not worthy of a life anymore. “Please pardon me Lord for what I am about to do…”

I’ve traded happiness for...

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Mom

So many words to say, so many things unspoken
where were you when all I needed was your love
and devotion?
To protect me from all the evil and darkness in this world
But instead, you decided to sacrifice your own little girl…
To be your husband’s play toy, to...

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Without further ado
i offer my literary missives anew
fur ye to ponder and brew
from meister mwm of his motley crue,
whom dwells in a nada very complex edifice
which numb burr oof offspring equals deux
whereby this spouse i.e me kind of resembles an emu
whence money a edified reader...

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