Best Lay Waste To Poems

Gentle wind, please
Go not from me.

Rather hold me in thine uplifting arms.
For thy tender ministrations are my sustenance
Each satin, sweet caress a blessing.

Bold wind, please
Go not from me.

Rather wrap me in whirlwinds' chaos
That play with my garments and tease at my hair
Flowing over, around and...

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My slumber knows no measure...
There be no sleep for me.
The hounds are barking through the night
For immortality.

I toss them a leg of hubris
And a banal cliche for slight effect.
But their hunger goes unsated...
I lay waste my self-respect.

A few platitudes and twaddle
Are quickly gobbled by the...

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I rode to power on a Midwest horse, 
Bearing amongst the feathers in my cap this terse brief 
from my broken people:
To lay waste to the irksome order
That home and abroad now prevails.
Strained voices break out in the valley below 
And many more in the...

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But we of the Three Tribes live undiscovered 
   In the reverberating stillness of the 
 Three Gorges...
And are therefore unknown to the warring mongol;
    His impassioned lusts -- his penchant for 
  Wanton destruction!
   If he...

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Unpurged sad memories


Unpurged sad memories lay waste to my soul
Surreptitiously seeping to the fore
Flee me from demons devouring me whole
Lest eruption at my volcanic core
Paint your face happy clown
Sup sweet elixir down
Please please let me drown drown
Sad not sorry
Long lost story
No more worry
From conscious recall...

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As a coiled viper strikes
without reason,
unleashing its intense venom
to its unsuspecting prey—
Shock becomes entwined 
with pain in waves of desperation.
The viper, 
apathetic because of its very nature,
seeks only to serve its own needs
as victims lay waste in the wake of its trails.
You, my darling, are...

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Quietly floating in brilliant colors.
Delicate, soft, and supple.
Easily torn in haste.
Smells of home in spring.
Upon erect stems some lay waste.
Looking wilted and torn.
Small particles fall to seed.
Close by a bud takes form.
Another day in the suns great warmth.
Gentle is a petals life, in deed....

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I have conjured you into existence and now, you are a raging tempest in my mind’s eye. I shudder at the mere thought of you and your embrace... Will you lay waste to my whimsical heart’s content?

Though I wonder in and out of states of...

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If Death be now the final cut
With no path to Heaven's door...
Thou I've never had the courage
To believe there's nothing more.

So forgive my celestial musings
And lay waste not my bugaboo
But allow me one small favor...
To love and pray for you.

     ...

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I came to say, I cannot stay, I know I must be going, in the royal unreal realm 
of simple selfish self, shedding/shredding of the u/me/my shydom charade of people poor of word, thought, premise and promise, but lay waste to words
more of toiled terdom,...

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All the praises you pick along the streets
Go confirm before a new-bought mirror,
And if those rare glories you all find true
Then know she’s near that beauty shearer.

Who’s time, the unerring author of loss and decay.
And so while you wait for she who must deprive
Learn your...

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I see Fire.
I see Rain.
All differences. 
All the same.
Many faces...
...of loss and gain.
Many hasty...
....shots take aim.

Bodies down...
....torn and maimed.
Bodies lay waste...
....truthful shame.
Unknown race.
Unknown claim.
All differences
All the same

Hearts slow pace.
Hearts of pain.
Hates the case.
Hates the blame.
All differences.
All the same. 
All differences
All the same.

Our lives debased.
Our lives...

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A parody of Wordsworth's "The World Is Too Much with Us,” which appears under the parody       
            

The mall is too much with us, spring and fall.
Getting and...

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We have been observing the expanse of the parched land for many years, a land that stood the test of time and captivated by myriad dreams unfolding through the footsteps of the ages thus penetrating our lives. We gazed at the vast mountains and high...

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A TAXPAYER SPEAKS

Years ago when filing tax forms reared its proliferating death’s head
I cursed, perspired, and thought about moving to a foreign homestead
As a low-income taxpayer I felt too unimportant to hire an accountant
So I filed and filed for years, at all times a very...

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