Best Inquests Poems

Crystallized tears
 
When time, marched by the flame of a candle
The fear, from the swords and peak of the temple
When the virgin liberty was in...

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BLUE


The rain startled the clouds and fell like 
a scare of possibilities. The day  toggled
from then to now like a withering widow

A flustered squirrel...

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Can blackwater lilies 
sing forth sonnets 
of daylight and 
unsung those 
cacophonous notes 
of omen, which 
rhymed with 
sombre elixir 
of spruce rivulets and 
veiled...

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Down deep beneath fathoms icy keep, where deadmen’s
Scream in utter silences aquatic hell, amongst the devils
Graveyard of wreckage's carnage, there exists a ghostly harbor
Of phantom...

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Yours is a horrendous bother
I decode one side, you obfuscate another!
I twist and turn, twist and turn again
Fingers engrossed around your parts, another twist
extirpates the...

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Not at once, but gradually at my feet
random leaves, brown and brittle
carpenters diligently march in 
leaving my bark somewhat non-committal

Furtively, up grow the undesirables
the weedy...

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Ill fated





Life was so smooth 
until one condemned evening
They bundled her up in a van
and then took to a deserted place,

She could sense her misfortune
to...

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Bobbing my head.
Tapping my foot.
Swaying my head.
Mouthing out lyrics.
Humming melodies.
Seeming to enjoy top 40 pop hits.

Something rips out the headphone,
previously lodged into my ear. 
Ow.
I...

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Sword Of Justice


    Sword of justice indict a bogus Gilgamesh

     An apathetic ghoul condemned embodying arrogance above kindness


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How did you see ahead God
When we don’t have a clue?
You make plans, arrangements ahead of time
You make everything falls together like pieces of puzzle
Falling...

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In November limbs are still
Thin against the dying light
From sylvan vale to hill
Poised in forms for us, contrite

Pergola bare with thorn 
The knuckles of the...

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Kindness and Lament

Money never to be found or spare
Funny how people just sit there and stare
Honey now you know this really isn’t fair 
Sunny for...

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Those old poets and painters
In books and carved inscriptions 
on the streets, in old pages 
of time and its history 
from old struggles and inquests
and...

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The primary climate pandemic problem
has something to do
fix
overpower
our Big Verbal Dominating

Vocations listing our best LeftBrain answers
pat and privileged
before deep RightBrain feeling quests
are evenly invited 
into...

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No if in fact truth be told

On the contrary

Not only am i not only drowning

I am floating aboard a bubble

Whilst simultaneously both airing
and cleaning out...

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