Best Infiltrating Poems

Blindly.. 
I beseech you
for my eyes won’t adjust
to this shaded maze of despair -
neither the lantern’s flame 
nor a compass rose can help me now
in disrepair I need to find you 
with fingers outstretched I raise my arms
groping for you like a eyeless babe for...

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She senses before she sees
The manicured nails - the elegant fingers
Holding out the hundred dollar bills - enticingly - so temptingly
A generous nights takings of busking here
In one proffered hand
She grabs at it petrified it might be an illusion
Evaporating in a puff of smoke

Fingers hold...

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I saw her sitting in a wheel chair,
crippled, mute and almost hairless,
over pumped with chemotherapy,
and aged more than she really was.
 
Yet I prefer to remember the one date
we had a long, long time ago.
Oh how she laughed that day
as we swam in a lonely...

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I. Sighting

I saw you  
through refracted light-  
a prism of chance  
splitting ordinary into spectrum.  
Wind-tangled hair  
terra cotta and rosemary beneath your nails  
the scent of soil and citrus on your skin.  
You carried mysteries-living things ...

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Illustrious 
Phantom
You chase 
My desire 
For satisfaction
As I chase you
Hither and thither
Like the rainbow's end
Always just out of reach
Escalating intensity or just
A trick of the cruel mind
Dancing across my skin
Infiltrating my sanity
As a ghostly feather 
Until I find your 
Illusive hiding
Place
Ahh
...

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I watched it emerge
from out of the fog, monumental
in size, a sheer cliff face of steel 
moving pass me, almost
quieter than my breath 
but for a whispered wake
running from its bow.
Something this big
should have made 
more noise.

A black hull bore scars 
of scrapings and rust...

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within Zieglerville, pennsylvania

genuine snow white hair 
upon her noggin doth adorn,
perhaps she will divulge to me (in private) 
after i croon (to said lass), 

the melody of Jimmy Crack Corn
hmm...or, maybe this mission 
perchance twill be doomed from the start, 
and hence finding me forlorn...

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the wealth of norman England is poised to grow
  towns enlarge, markets exchange, a fresh fertilising sprinkled culture
  kingdoms extend with numbers reducing
  old and new empires jostle, reshaping across continents and islands
  what of England's exploited common people ?
 ...

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Warring wounded Warriors winded, 
as they stand by the blood-stained shore;
Battalions breathily bruised and bended,
 as they begin to march on for more…
Evil encounters evolve and enslave, 
for their conquering captains do command;
As demons devour and deprave,
 decompositional defaults within their demand.

Lachrymal lonely landscapes lament,...

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My life was heading into an infernal pit of passion.
I am inebriated, sipping your juices like a fine wine.

Infiltrating your body defenses with my offensive weapon.
My hands take control, scanning every contour.

In need of psychological evaluation.
I am a maniac, a lunatic in need of your...

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Tell me why, you dratted bard,
you have to come and spoil my yard?
All these centuries lying dead,
yet there, your voice, oft in my head.
So many times I start a phrase,
become aware I’m in your gaze.
Out, damned spot, leave me alone
To conjure verses of my own.
Perchance,...

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True beauty defined by that which is isolated 
The loathe for that which is natural. 
An internal abhor, despising her vivacious soulfulness. 
It is the pigment she is hated for
It is the excessive melamine they are repulsed by. 
The sophisticated ignorance to the elephant in...

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On Independence Day
I declare  independence 
from American imperialism.
I declare U.S. out of Iraq.
And while I am at it
the C.I.A. out of the business
of supplying murderous thugs
with rifles and uniforms 
along with the strategies 
to extinguish
democracy in Haiti.
I also call for the pullout
of State Department...

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There’s this thing that bothers me
It won’t let me be
I keeps gnawing at my brain
And infiltrating everything
It’s like a pandemic
I can’t escape it
I wake up thinking about it
I go to bed at night thinking about it
And every place in between I think about it
I can’t...

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THE BEDLAM
Creature of Madness


And Lo, then rose The Bedlam from its lair,
dark creature infiltrating night

creating from its darkness unseen sight
infecting every fiber of life’s core

demanding from those lessened – even more.
Demon eyes that peer from deep within

the souls of maddened ordinary men
consumed in empty terrors...

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