Best Maladroit Poems

The child is maladroit.
you should not take him in.
There are too many precious vases
on which he might lean.

Or he might slip and smack his head
against...

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A cracked and empty skull
makes a beautiful flower pot,
desk tidy or paperweight.

Place a nightlight in that osseus cave
and it will become a small table lamp.

Through...

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* My take on the theme of my contest. Just for fun. 

A canopy of silvery stars speckle the ebon expanse above me, at once...

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It is all very well for Mr. DesCartes
to think with his mind
and therefore be with his body,
yet this fails to explain
why when I think happy...

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She introduced herself to the staff as their new vice-principal.
It was not the truth,
Not quite a lie yet either.
In truth, she had
Warned the principal
She was...

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I sit,
slightly hunched over,
Pall Mall in my left hand,
listening to Gail Pettis
In the Still of the Night.
The furious baseline
comes at me like the turbine
of a...

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Transmit transpire anti social copious methods of blank balled fissures of disastrous mistruths on the border of hell raiser dispatch piss filled like rats on...

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transmitted trashy talks
(partially presented pablum pertaining 
     particularly - president ***** (PAC -
     phallic action cum mitt...

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Tees and Cees
Loopholes online firms exploit
In very small print on transaction documents a normal eye seldom spies and sees
Until legal implications take him for a...

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Resting in Benign Pleasure
By Sy Roth 

They watched me, 
Waiting for a segue.
Continuously gazing at me 
A waxen bowl of fruit
Tantalizing, 
Clinging to my every...

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Your mother’s glass. The only one in the cabinet that
does  not  match  the others.  It’s  beautiful.    Purple

crystal...

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A grotesque guest arrives
cryptic look,I know he is naïve

A quiescent world of mine
The table where I dine
Susurration of silence of my room
Felicity of my walls,...

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They said that you are blind,
Yet I can see you with my mind,
 The piecing through my spine,
To me you are but tote sacrifice,
A jar...

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I enter you as a cloud of unknowing.
Mystery slips through willing flesh,
a single pulse of amazement
beats the one heart.
You will never be mine
for we are...

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