Best Medium Poems

Irrelevant anomaly?
individual autonomy

Irreverent reality
(consumate depravity)

Continuing disparity
divisive inhumanity

Nhilist demographics
insidiously tragic......

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He chooses his medium and tools carefully:
It's oil and sable promises today.
He lays it on thick-haphazardly.
He folds then unfolds the unframed canvas many times
into the shape of a woman.
Squeezing out her dignity, 
then reads what's left behind...
(his flavor of voodoo).
He fondles her entrails-shakes her bones.
That...

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anxiety insinuated pressure

denigration isolation, 

spiritual deflation

all of today's ingreidents beyond

our needs,in abundance, 

from (where?) does this all come.?...

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Cuz god made me a Lamb CooCooCachoo,
And Blake a tyger with the potential to do.
I am one of the Unhappy; we’ve seen an unsettling light.
I made myself an Unhappy; I had to search for that light.

I laughed at Job I laughed at him
And through those...

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We each must seek to walk our very own walk
Although most getting stuck inside its box
Through the door of hate well learned,
Another tear drop subsides;

For each table has been turned

The interpretation of a dream,
She was living on a wing and a prayer
Other matters of the...

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THE MEDIUM

a simple soul
the medium
with more clean awareness
no intellectual tedium

when he goes within
when he speaks in tongues
reception is not clouded
by collegiate 101s

he needs no crystal ball
his vision has no surface
but is blessed with depth
with endless purpose

I would assume
Images within appear
sound filters in
music of the spheres

but...

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Large And Tall, Medium Tan Brown  Skinny Girl---



          so cute                         ...

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The medium:

Sun has risen, it is another day.
On the surface everything seems normal.
Those ghostly lost souls, can't keep them at bay.
In fact everything is so abnormal,
your life controlled by the paranormal.
You see daily what others cannot see.
The departed communicate with thee.


Steven Beesley (c) 2005-10-17



Rime Royale/Rhyme...

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Spiritualist, Medium and Deceiver

What a wonderful gift he has,
Speaking to Mother who passed,
To reach her from the other side,
My troubled mind eased at last.
 
Clever Man, Oh clever man,
How you deceive these people so,
Bewitched by every word you say,
Tell them things they already know.

I know...

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moderation is
the key to the vulgarness
of polar extremes.
it allows balance of mind
over matter and your dreams....

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Pure white with golden font
Millimeters numbered just right
Thick enough only for distortion
Smooth to the tongue
Held perfectly at my fingertips..
But it'll slide right down your throat
A pill of death for a musician

The lump stuck for hours
Breakfast food fights it down
To the acidic pit
Hopefully melting away
Releasing the...

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My palette is my imagination. 
I paint pictures with my words. 
Swirling colours of composition. 
Mixing metaphors - agitating them 
with the paintbrush in my mind. 

My vocabulary is my keyboard. 
Trilling notes of expression. 
Crescendo of composition... 
tumbling, falling....allegro, or 
andante, and harmonised in...

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I don't exactly know the how or why

I can't even explain it

But i have or was given a gift

I am a fortune teller / medium

I can read card's
Decipher tea leaves

Predict and tell the future

And converse with the dead

Wow can you talk to god as well...

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Hashish smoke trails her 
along a dusky corridor
Aka the hall of fires
where mirage chimeras unleash
Encumbered with hands splayed
her crystal ball lumens 
wires ghostly apparitions
mnemonic attachments
What mystery ensues
a phantasmagoria 
of horror nudging 
the demonic
Sitters drenched 
in profuse sweat
fainting one by one 
Alas unconscious
their fate met?
Coroners couldn’t...

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The man on the moon knew he could get ruined, if he couldn’t get back to his cocoon. 
Was he maroon on the cocoon. Or just an illusion for a conclusion. 
It could’ve been all a delusion without a conclusion. Said the Man on the...

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