Best Momentums Poems

Aristotle, who once said, “A flatterer is a friend,
Who is your inferior, or pretends to be so.”
Magician or not, the appraisal we try to defend,
Veneer covered ready, prepare for the overthrow.

And a splint named psychology supports nowt,
Tender are the suspicions, a tourniquet gripped,
That of emotion,...

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One light, I was out panting the clown red when I met a Sadie from Francis who I found to be quiet subtractive. It was apparel she thought I was distracted two because she ted, “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?” To witch I supplied...

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Tech-No-Logic

Of keyboard and swipe
a screens deliberation circuit electronic
in metal skin and paper thin
push button hums the chord of plastic
tech-no-logical inventum
such marvels to grind the wheel
impartial utensils the battery static
a signal from pre-molded concrete
sends the flip switch light 
a barrage of city steel

Perfidious evolution
camera slapped ready...

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Let me pretend. There is no evidence in my room.
Let me rewind, and erase all sacred momentums.
Let me sprawl, my hatred and explode.
Thou doesn't want to see, the deep of the vitriol I dare not let out of me.
 
I'll close my face like a...

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Contrary faces, a ramshackle masquerade. 

Strengths stance unwavering in face, though weakness taunts, 
gaining momentum to take its place.
"Fear nothing but fear it's self" the age old adage turns battle cry for the seat of life.
Roots digging deeper through sinking soil, as foliage trembles and...

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Far away from the rhythmic pace of the seas, drifting currents in the rivers, 
Lost in echoing glitters of the oceans
Over the challenges of the mountains, gliding suspensions brought by the hills
Lingering for renewal in the forests and aging presences of thoughts sent by the...

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Are we like pebbles on the bed
of a great lake when we are dead,
with fate that chose to give us breath
skimming us forward towards death,
gives our momentums skip and flight
in times sequence of day and night .

Propelling onwards, fading rings
marking the surface as each wings,
routing...

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That smile with those eyes all so bright,
the transparent soul with ropes of a kite.
Grace in artful hands and that erotic tiptoe,
sensuous words of wondering so.

Blessed time to foretell by pose in act,
when all men can feel free in fact.
Hymns, ohms and dance that never...

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She speaks in lingo
Like foreigners speak gringo
In all forks of the great America
Around and out of this awesome Africa

She comes online
Doing this shows she recline
On the dawn and night of her words
Designed to have faith of coming birds

That would chirp 
Of grace that won't be...

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The sum total of well being and self-hypnosis’s potential,
the bull eye and perfect timing existential.
The ball players reference to space and momentums reach,
or the weakest link of efficiency in breach.
Gifts and wrath given in time to individual charisma,
maturity of spiritual growth and wisdom.
The secrets of...

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Train

I pulled my bike up close to tracks
bells started clanging 
fiery red eyes started blaring and flashing
as an arm came slowley down
the sound
the sound came alive and thundered all around 
until the engines momentums pierced my soul

solid steel whispered by and by and by
hair waving...

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Hopelessly Gone
 
Hopelessly gone
Blue skies in the horizon
Sand on the shore
Homes on the ocean
Sandals at the door
Hopelessly gone
 Keepsakes you were saving
Baby pictures and clothes
Decorations and momentums
Ribbons and bows
Hopelessly gone
Trophies and tokens
Rackets and balls
Kitchens and bedrooms
Doorways and halls
Hopelessly gone
Needlework unfinished
‘To do lists’ on refrigerator door
Laundry...

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Pandemic

Deaths gaining power on a mission to devour,
Negative encounters. Chrysanthemum flowers.
Deaths dangerous, not slowing but growing,
The momentums mind blowing,
constantly going.


Death is mysterious, hooded, cold blooded.
Untrusted, never obstructed, working uninterrupted.
Cloak of black, megalomaniac,
never looking back
insomniac.


Death sees themself brilliant, highly resilient,
Extremely consistent, noticed we are coexistent.
Works smart...

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I don’t know psychic minder,
but I know you might wish
I was there to withstand
all the pain. 
I might be rearranged and forgotten.
I might wish no harm, 
I’m sinking, falling, dying.
I wonder where everyone goes,
After life ends on the physical planet.
Are there real phaeries?
Are there momentums?
Are...

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