Best Insufferably Poems

Sacred Time Seminary's Professor of Economics
began presenting CoReGenesis Theory:

Business as Usual economists
would say that milking machines
and bulldozers,
all technology
and information systems
have enriched time,
creating new goods and services
that did not exist in prior times.

On an ecologically profound level
consuming humans don't need
these diverse technological systems 
reproducing novelty
and convenience
and...

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Back in the height
of our pre-millennial military-industrial
post-revolutionary days
of competing excess...

No, love,
Stick with
Once upon our Sacred Times...

Once upon a time
here in the US of Northern Americas
we used a Reservation Model
to dispose of hopelessly disabled aboriginals,
too RightBrain prominent,
throw-back quasi-human
First EarthNation
Nature/Spirit pantheistic
wrong-languaged 
uncolonizing
uncultured Tribes.

Unfortunately,
not all primitive handicaps fit...

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Not all thoughts
Are meant to be shared
Harness those loose lips

Use your judgment
Self-censoring is a must

Channel those self-righteous comments
Remarks that are distasteful
Inappropriate and obnoxious· 
What you may find funny
Or for some reason slightly amusing
May in fact be insufferably offensive
Deplorable and condemnable

We don’t appreciate these one bit
Don’t...

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Malfeasant, mangled, memories
ruthless, regretful, remedies.
Vanishing, victoriously in vain,
Whispering, wandering wane.

Brazenly, broken, betrayal.
Pompous, patriotic portrayal.
Diminishing, disabled I dive,
Astronomically, ailing alive.

Teetering, tenaciously taunt,
hallucinations, honorably haunt.
Painfully, preserving, its past,
Callously, crafting the cast.

Traumatically, teasing truths,
Yearning, yesterday’s youths. 
Selfishly, stealing, thy soul,
Craving, courageous control.

Immobile, insufferably idle,
Suffering senses, suicidal.
Admiring, ancestors adore.
whispering...

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In a smear the nicest ink 
can insufferably stink.

Volodymyr Knyr
2017...

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like
tremor
of a leaf
in gale force wind,
that wicked fever
coursing through your fingers
electrocute my body.
your hands give me a wealth of warmth
when days are insufferably cold.
in winter, I crave your feverish touch.



Date written: 06/09/2022...

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He was there, He told me so!
On that cloudy morning a few years ago,
When a shaft of light from the Montana sky
Fell on his grave and caught my eye.
The raindrops that fell as if tears from the sky
Were quickly absorbed by the earth where he...

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Oh, the times I have regretted leaving you
Thinking about what I would do differently,
Wracking my brain for a better solution
To the problems that caused your bitterness
Eventually leading to my giving up on you.
Came the time when I could no longer abide
Your volatile and temperamental malignity
Which...

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Never Too Late To Say "I Love You" Until...

Futile lamentations reverberate along
corridors of times long gone, this papa
tearfully apologetic revisiting his base,
fitfully lachrymose torturing unrelenting
voluminous wrongs against thee dearest
precious daughter aware poetic/ prosaic

ministrations cannot substitute bonafide
nor ameliorate cumulative forsaken joys
requisite to bolster compromised delicate
innocence exhibited...

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IF I were 
a broken soul
who could mend me?
The cobbler down the road?
With his crafty skills and many tools,
the awl or maybe stretching tool?
He surely would know
-- and should I go?
My shoes, so worn but my soul so full
of these empty holes!  
My Cobbler,...

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I want gone the silence of injustice
The tarnation we insufferably carry along

I want gone the vile of ignorance 
The dire ism we obstreperously preach 

I want gone the cold night of boredom 
The beauty of poetry it stole

I want gone YOU 
The residuum of smile...

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IF I were 
a broken soul
who could mend me?
The cobbler down the road?
With his crafty skills and many tools,
the awl or maybe stretching tool?
He surely would know
-- and should I go?
My shoes, so worn but my soul so full
of these empty holes!  
My Cobbler,...

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luckily for our ambiguous plot structure
and the stern requirements of partisan doggerel
the ringing coin toss bounced then came up tails
and fortune directed that the box be opened
gingerly gripped in two slender shaking hands
by Pepper d'Angelo Olympic pole dancing medalist
and Global Emissary to the Panphibians of...

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The Walls… 
The Walls… 
The Walls…
How they look upon me. 
Their eyes,
Once so bright and filled with light,
Are now dark with dead of night.
I can hear them
Creaking,
Speaking to me as they sit
Staring insufferably.
Listening,
Always listening to my every breath — 
Filling me with thoughts of…
The Walls…...

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As i lay in the barren grass 
I remember the times we'd laugh

I smiled as you spoke 
You spoke i laughed
Without a doubt we always had fun 
Spending our days in the summer sun

Sweat on our brows, and in our hair
My sun soaked face from...

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