Best Inserting Poems

I wonder why
It's always so strange
                               to say
    and not just strange
...

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White Devil

Call it what you want!
I call it, his favorite season hunt...
Two hoofs imprinted near the riverfront.
Echoes calling my soul with a loud, ferocious grunt.

I smell it in the air, lost upon the white golden stair.
A deep frost dwelling all over his lair.
Tangled by the...

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Written: June 26, 2023
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In this vast realm of treacheries untamed,
Where existing accessories are named,
No spry remedies to heal the soul's plight.
We're left to wander through the darkest night.

But what's passed speaks through memories so true,
A reflection of the things we once knew,
Recall them as we...

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Zero.
By which nothing is divided.
No zero
no negative
no opposite
no hope
no Adam, no apple, no marriage, no morning.
No mirror
no knowledge
no God, no soul, no ear lobe, no Iliad, no Odyssey.
No universe
no black hole
no zodiac
no hero
no mission, no omission, no fission, no fusion.
No beanstalk
no tractor
no yellow
no 7:30, no...

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In grimed secluded alleyway’s it’s his key into the divine, 
Believing deliverance has arrived while he walks this narrow line,

Those eyes begin seeing reality his mind now lucid has cleared,
The truth’s of his past now a cacophony welling up within perfect ears,

Numbing out his nervous...

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A barrister tottering through alleys of London,
  Alcohol-shamed when espied;
Slinking home at four in the morning,
  To a pillow of tears never dried.

Sidney Carton's the wretch whom others denounce,
  He groans at his puffy, ruined face in the mirror;
Daring not to yearn...

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Staring in the mirror when I'm down with these scissors I found. 
With my wrists out and prescription lids littered around. 
I've scribbled out a bitter letter in wicked accounts and written down twisted sentences in crimson. 
I drown in no bounds it got me...

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Why Yes, I DO realize...
I'm butt naked in the middle of the road
And NO Officer, I DON'T know how I got here 
NOR the whereabouts of my clothes

The last thing I DO remember
I was heading to work and all was fine
Wait a minute...now that I...

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For some there always has to be an issue

A drama of some sort

Always looking for or creating a problem

To inject their voice and thoughts


Seeming to thrive on conflict

Inserting their need for power and control

Deriving pleasure from others discomfort

Relishing in other individuals anguish to feed their...

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If I were Poor would You still reach for Me?
Would You offer Me Your Hand to hold?
Would You Heal Me as this unfolds?
Would You offer Me a bath and cleanse Me?
Would You defend Me from Meanness as We see?
If I were Poor would You still...

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I don't think it's just me.
I find myself challenged to change LeftBrain cognitive beliefs,
languaged abstractions of personal feelings,
perhaps because it is not possible to change Right Brain's
Elder feelings of co-passionate trust
where dipolar co-arising positive pleasure
is not dissonant noisy pathology.

I discover this issue as more of...

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As air and leaf litter are substrate for the bird.
And what makes a human. Separation from the substrate.
Believing the substrate and the subject are separately defined.

Whatever gives the poem form - three lines - is the substrate.
Things will be said. The signer and the seer...

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A lady was kept in a bottle, a glass bottle, for being so beautiful.  She was kept for a long time as a prisoner because the witch did it to her.

  Anybody at the present time may not believe in witchcraft anymore. ...

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Begin by swinging from chandeliers when home
Wear matching multicolored harlequin costumes
Equip yourselves with harmonicas and bazookas
Keep lubricants and trampolines near by for safety

Practice lunar landings in your room to
Resume your activities in the great outdoors

Do sex outside in a car when retired
Bring a partner and...

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Young and Strong

She was young, she was strong
Working cleaning all the day long
So much to do, but she carried that load
So concerned about everyone, at Kenmore road.

Then we moved, to Strandfontein we came
A new challenge for her, her commitment the same
So proud of her house,...

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