Best Jut Out Poems

He writes to me in curly cues painting 
fractals on pressed paper made of rice.
Shreds of simple stalks are beaten to 
bare the smoothness of his script.

We have not known each other long
but we have known each other since
man first made fire, the poet and...

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If you lived to tell a lie  about your true identity then you never lived at all. 
Emotionally in the inside you might break down, your not your true self to the world.
They can't figure us out why bother given us a chance in...

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This is who I am
My name is Stanislaus J. O’Connor
Born on April 17th in Belfast, Ireland
Youngest of eight children
My father admired the Polish people
The way they fought 
During the last Great War
When the odds were against them
Wanted me to be strong
Like them
So he named me...

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The day Wilma went for her injection
The doctor he made a suggestion  
     Please strip to you butt
     And out it must jut
This will save you from getting an infection

So Wilma she sticks out her bottom
This...

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Empty Glass 
Stained

The house is empty. 
The dogs...
are barking again. 
This happens, 
and.

It is left hanging there, 
for a reason. 
The word...
Says little and less, 
when I have run out of breath, 
to speak words that make sense. 
Nothing is important, 
worthwhile, 
or pressing, 
because...

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rock jut draped in green
                                   magnificent violence

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POTD~

In the misery of a paler grey nightfall
she blinks like citrine glazed along walls,
Ivy of Boston flaunts her shimmer without guilt
as palette of amber claims her lustrous glides 
slithering with her bohemian lift,
rosette flesh blushing in chilled breeze.

Social climber this paramour, whirling
among plants wanton wild...

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On an early morning just before school
My tummy is churning my head hurts too
My feet are cold my forehead is hot
I have a runny nose and a tongue with blue dots

“Mom come quick!” I helplessly shout
I think I’m sick what is it now
Mom feels my...

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Late afternoon surfers
clasp the wind-swollen waves
to chests rounded and tanned,
jut-nippled and muscular --
the scent of their youth
fresh as the salt air.
They ride the belly-quivers
of the fecund green sea,
endless, undulating, incestuous --
the common watery womb
which bore us all....

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“Here the fierce with the thin pointed tail,
Who passes mountains and breaks arms and walls!
Here who with stench can the world assail!”

So my duke started to talk with his calls;
And hinted then it to get the bank close,
Nearby to end of marbles and of falls.

And...

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Jungle's deadly wolf roams,
Jaws tightening as limbs
Jut out from black of night;
Jeering its prey for  one
Joust between man and beast:
Jingling its canine paws,
Jolts rip a hunter's flesh!



Pleiades-J Contest of Kim Merryman
3/5/2017
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MOTHER AFRICA

"This is the most difficult letter I've ever written in my life. Where do I start?
What do I say? Does she know I still exist?...She probably thinks I'm dead! 
I just wish I could touch her once and feel her warm embrace...That's so distant...

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Of new pains new verses must be composed 
To give matter for the canto twenty
Of the canticle first, treating sunk posed.

I just was inclined with desires many
To thoroughly look at the open deep,
Which was moisten of mournful cry plenty;

And I saw people in round valley...

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If my rhymes rugged and clucking might be
As it would better fit to wretched hole
Above which are pointing all rocks to see,

I would express my concept as a whole
More clearly; but since I do not have them,
Not without awe I go to fill the role;

Since...

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