Best Lumped Poems

On specific night, the moon shows part a story
With sliced light's slant on key rock,
By at odd interests' solarity—

The cold rock fires back
Through lumped scars mixed in as minerals;
From behind, dark side's show, light lack.

Haunted angles
Sun spangled
Rankled

On specific night, the moon shows part a story
Through...

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Hear a babe in his crib who is wailing,
left there with a rash that’s got infected
From hours of sobbing, his voice is trailing . . .
What monsters left their son so neglected?

Now see a girl; she’s only four years old.
She is lost and feels so...

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...Then, of course, there is the idea
that people are nothing but groups,
whether lumped by skin or income
there’s nothing further from the truth.
A group is but an abstraction,
it’s the one where the sovereignty lies.
Think individuals can’t effect change?
Just ask President forty-five.

Or Guttenberg and his printing press,
Mr....

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Dark denizens of the night
    gathering in ill-lit backrooms
      haunts of the night
 
  They tease each other with
    rouged cheeks, their mascara
      their pimply breasts, shaved legs

...

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She traces a  litter of  rising stars;
while exploring  a place blissful within--
or even feel  a desire to extend a timeline
where vicious crimson cells invade
those mounds of chalice breasts, uninvited.

And a once  vibrant energy grows frenetic ,
nearly withering from the changed...

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What am I, a product of a mad man's obsession to play God?
A cross breed’s creature between medicine and science?
For the whole of my parts taken from convicts, and social rejects,
Sown together by skillful hands of a surgeon, with no feeling heart
For this his ultimate...

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I will not be dismissed as a dunce,
lumped together by Gallup or Luntz.
I will get out and vote
without need to emote
and defy every pollster for once....

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A clatter of human hooves
drums on through an after- dawn marketplace…
the wide tunnel of  mouths
reel from the splintered chorus
of jangled tunes bargaining and rattling
papaya, arabica and sushi roll orders: a fiesta 
of succulent aroma whisks mid-air,
talkative faces sampling  potent crops
on weaved baskets ,...

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Have had this beard since 1962

Without it would sure be unsightly

Have a severe case of sleep apnea

A face mask must fit tightly

To solve it, may have to shave it off

Or I'll lose my right to drive

The danger is falling asleep at the wheel

But my eyes...

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l.
tears rip at the seams of memories’ betrayed  trust
like liquid fists gushing through desolate waterfalls
gargling bloodied sobs upon lungs lumped with crust,
wet, wet on crumbled sagas  of  tortured, brick walls

this is the pang of swallows falling dark… the pain,
of a painful...

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CHILDREN OF LAHORE
(Easter Sunday 2016)


Arms flailing
From
Her
Blue burka,

The woman
Jumps

Like a checkerboard
Piece
Up and over
The white squares

Of bedsheet
       To bedsheet
To bedsheet

Each
Draped
Over a
Red blossom
Bump
Lumped
And soaked on
The gravel dust
Fairground
Floor.

Like a game of peekaboo
Between mother and baby,
The woman
Lifts
A corner of sheet

Howls

Then pins it back
With her...

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Das Decrements Describe Digs ©

Grasping figurative literary straws
     poetic theme yielded
     farfetched aggregate
i.e., where each dwelling
     listed as figurative Stormy bedmate,
this nada so eminent (Eminem fan)
     lived since the...

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Golden Conversation


Jack:

Let this kidney stone
Be instantly gone
Pain from the back
You can’t well track.


Joseph:

Yeah. I feel two addled ostrich eggs
Lumped on both sides of my back
Slowly I bend, slowly drag my legs
Not to pollute other organs if they crack!


Jack:

Rising from this seat
Is quite a feat
When from...

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On the state of the world today
To Alphie, the African baby who died today from Ebola 

Alphie, my child 
Earth swallowed your cold tummy
Dirt is slowly seeping into your nostrils 
Your bare limps are now covered with crawlers
 
But alphie, my child
Your tummy was never...

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It's a guy who grew up with good morals
People with the purest of souls
Raised to excel and exceed
Born to treat
Attentive and sensitive

They spent minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years
Time without boundaries
Listening to the problems and fears
Of the males but especially the females near
'cause those girls...

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