Best Loose End Poems

Am I the Assassin 
        or the Undertaker

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"Phenomonology"

time drips through
the lens of philosophy 
phenomonology melts
the solid realisation;
was all that time 
spent inconsequential, 
the purpose of it all
bought abruptly, 
for an expected cost
(for...

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I feel the Lord want's to make our small group grow even more and thrive and this is my way of showing my appriciation to...

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This has been a hot minute to say the cold hard truth. I second that! Glasses full of hours turn hands into long time. Darkness...

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On the eve of, demand. Betrayal was rising. 
The voice of strength evaded me. 
The knife pushed deeper in.
Darkness awoke within me. Its grip squashing...

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Title: Severine Veins

Since Chris and Tamra had to jet
without much plan for the future,
I was bestowed the family pet
who then proceeded to suture

my couch, my...

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You’ll write a beautiful melody,
If it’s truly from the heart.
So first I’ll find the remedy,
To cure mine of the dark.
But holy light and blind eyes,
Are...

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To be honest my friend, when I’m at a loose end
I can fall prey to worry and fear
So give me a shout and I may...

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cut and paste attitudes
collage  costume ball
of personality clashes
over glued
to cover tracks

experience of multitude
all pick and choosy
lightweight hyenas
with mismatched spots
pulling dog-eyed at
every string and
tying loose...

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Thoughts racing in my head
Can’t focus on one
To many thoughts to bare
Lots of voices I can’t understand 
I can’t explain
I get hold of one until...

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(In Tudu Hospital in the former Saigon,
several hundred dead babies have been
preserved in formaldehyde.  They are
hideously deformed as a result of their
mothers having been...

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It's pretty late, isn't it?
The day's done, Midnight draws near
You mischievously glance at me
I carry you away to our room

Along the way, I think
Of all...

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theres only one explanation for this state of world
pandemics and nuclear winters abound
have we been forsaken or have we forsaken ourselves
if you fuel hatred it...

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Plush red velvet pillows rest  secluded
light bent amid scenic shoji screens
ornate vines twist and turn giving way
a silhouette stares ahead without face 

Pin pricked...

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Moina Michael was a teacher,
Who vowed to wear a poppy,
Each year so as to remember,
The fallen, alone and the dead.

She wrote a poem in reply,
To...

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