Best Incubated Poems

One

Chloee? Yes Reginald! 
Why do they call us Dachshunds, Wiener Dogs?
Maybe they call you a Wiener Reginald!
You cut me off at the legs with that one Chloee!

Two

Chloee? Yes Reginald! Have you ever smelled mothballs.
No Reginald it's too difficult to spread their tiny legs.
My that was a low...

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Slaying all bible verse
He danced his words to heights
He was
The one

He never grew
The child always fresh
He had no lovers
Only fans

Death came inside a tear
Loneliness incubated fears
Dancing on the moon
Alone...

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Postmodern Blues

Our bare-footed ancestors
Diligently traversed the grassy pathways
On rustling vegetation air walked along
Sunshine and rain in turn tiptoed
To bestow canopy of reverence
They wished us to watch
Soil sprouting bliss
Hills rolling down lush carpet
Pristine waters meandering around
The way they watched them doing
Tomorrow was all that mattered!
As tomorrow...

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Room full of people, how could I be lonely?
These days it's harder than ever to find a true homie
I'm trying to keep a grip but I'm losing it slowly

Filling our voids with mediums of instant gratification
that create unrealistic plateaus of satisfaction
Keep me up, keep me...

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Baby birds tweet as their long skinny necks stretch towards blind faith. Somewhat frantically; newly born; next to dead; fragile existence; protected with life. Regurgitation from the same embodied mouth that an egg came from. Hidden from the world in a tree of life and...

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Zephyrus Within
                by Odin Roark

Do we fly away
Drift away
Stay away
Or were we ever real?

How fleeting the impressions
Plummeted by the New today
Dismissing yesterday as the Old
Daring tomorrow to invent further questioning

The...

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The call of morning roosters,
Is a call of God's gardeners to duty.
I see footprints cast
In the breezy dew of the early morning,
As they lumbar to their fields

Ignoring the ache in their backs,
shadows of sleep under the eyes
and the hurt of their callused palms.
They still hold...

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This poem is dedicated to my mom.




A mama robin was granted a divine gift
And she began to form her new precious jewels,
Within herself.
The pain she was in while carrying these marbles,
Oh how burdensome they must have been.
But no.
She did not complain,
But instead rejoiced over her...

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It started when I was 8.
My eighth year, that is. 
Owl visited and left her reincarnating message
transmuting her last breath out
as my first new breath in.

But that was 55 years 
and 4 teenagers ago.

During all these years, 
my life-theme question has been, 
"How can I...

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Time can be defined as the experience of events between birth and death, and our
lives, I think, are defined by the association of friends and family who shared those
events.  The quantity of events which are shared with them builds and defines the
depth of our...

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ROMANTIC SURVEILLANCE
Friday came with a change
The incubated hen got laid,
On this platter of grace shaped
Into spade,
Her beauty flows faster than
The rain
Washes through my vain
As I read within her photo and
Her lips says,
Hello my charming male,
Project my fame as the
World is created for love to play.
Her...

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standing in the line i feel the pressure, scolding, start to build,

i feel their each and every iris as they climb the height of my structure,

this fortress i was forced, by fear in youth, to unearth and bare in hand,

with time has weathered thin and...

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DAUGHTERS

Opposites presented by Goddess
in talons of Eagle
         on wings of Dove
Equally loved

A torrent from a fierce black cloud
  yang frothing waves in a storm
         beating seaweed rocks
claiming it...

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Her scrambled pessimism flowed like lava streams
Her yoke incubated more than just hopes and dreams
A alien world that resembled a festering wound
Smouldering ash, toxic gas was all that could be found
 
Her primordial soup had the chaotic future of a rotten egg 
Tomorrow was a...

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Out of you and me,
The colors of our skins
And our humanity,
Comes the scarred history
Of the home of the brave
And the land of the free;
Where it always was held true
That in you and by you—
And only for you—all men
[of your hue] were created equal.

Indeed.  Said...

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