Best Ingests Poems

Oh, no, he best not patronize me on Valentines.
If I must dramatize appreciation, I shall agonize.

Each year, he thinks chocolates will rationalize
spending his time guarding the sofa so it won’t rise,
while my cooking and housework threaten to paralyze
all I am behind my victimized and exhausted...

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As you dance among the leaves absorbing Autumns chilly breeze
Umbrella of colors brain ingests assists minds eye a peaceful rest
Totally brings you to your knees this peaceful landscape of the trees
Upon your eyes, gloriously pleased, boredom appeased, animations crest
Memory engages raking hordes of leaves as...

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DEADLY SIN- LIE

SALIGIA,
Or the seven deadly Sins,
Covers all the probabilities
Of peccadilloes,
That could be committed by the HUMANITY.


Lust
glows up within a man
It is like a sentiment
 that can not be brought under control
 It can make a rich man a refugee,
Because this sin deprives him of...

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SILENCE, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel's poem: Silence by T. Wignesan


The silence PRIOR to silence
	Silence anterior to the ineffable SYLLABLE where silence is born where it’s accomplished in advance
	PERCEPTIBLE syllable distanced by far from pure silence by an immutable very flat zero movement
	By distending explosive the...

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As you dance among the leaves absorbing Autumns chilly breeze 
   Evocative colors brain ingests assist minds eye a peaceful rest.
It may bring you to your knees, this painted landscape of the trees
   Every eye, instantly pleased, boredom authentically appeased 
Upon...

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Newly cut grass
Fresh fragrance;
A scented dawn

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Plumeria sunrise
Yellow and red;
Abundance flowers

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Daylight springs
Sharp streams blazing;
No more darkness

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Strange winding path
Etchings of patient feet;
Lost round the bend

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Daybreak
Blurry eyes dart;
Suddenly aware

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Time and space greet
The morning sunrise;
Promising agenda

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Joy calls my name
In birdsong whispers;
A smile glides

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Coffee brew signals
Day time manoeuvres;
Awareness ingests

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Talk of...

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the weaver song birds
weave most elaborate homes
that
LOOK LIKE UPTURNED FLASKS


hummingbird's sweet trills
charms us because it ingests
in
NECTAR TWICE ITS WEIGHT

petite and plumpy
love birds are valentine's souls
but
DON'T EAT CHOCOLATES 

March 29, 2016
Mystic's Split Haikus...

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I'm indulging myself by re-posting this poem from 2017
because it cracks me up and I thought we might laugh together


Oh, no, he best not patronize me on Valentines.
If I must dramatize appreciation, I shall agonize.

Each year, he thinks chocolates will rationalize
spending his time guarding the...

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Daylight breaks as the mind wakes upon first breath
and swallows the punctual death of yesterday spent.
Intent now lies in the present of foreseen fading time,
just a mime a moment forward of the words we utter,
of cluttering acts we will our bodies to wonder through,
blindly we...

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when you think of a woman giving birth your first thought is the labor pains
the struggle a woman endures so that mankind will forever remain
but in the spiritual realm giving birth is not just a woman's role
it involves every human being for it's about the...

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Every dusk of the dawn he rises to immanent blues
                                   ...

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WHO AM I?

A match ignites a light into my life
My long sleep is troubled.
Where is my breakfast?
I am hungry!
As I stretch my limbs,
I notice that a spread is set out for me.
I am ravenous.
I timidly start to taste whatever is close to me.
It is an...

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Dear God, on this Thanksgiving Day,
I bow to you and humbly pray.
Thank you, Lord, that my mind is clear
and that I know the day is here.

Thank you, Lord, for the gift of life
Even though it’s tainted by strife.
Thank you for freedom and for peace
And for...

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ARBEIT    MACHT     FREI  *

Each metro station should have this sign.
Descend  to  the hot abyss,  to the line.
Steel  monster  vomits people to the platform,
Ingests another  load,  another swarm.

Roar of machines. ...

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The Giant Pouple with a dozens throats
One day had grown in the earthly womb...
So widely his tentacles sprawled...
Year after year, they grow more and more...

Attracts a people, and next – ingests them-
So that on another ending place.
Exhale these faces. Inhale new faces,
And almost never stop...

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