Best Mort Poems

I love your naked body
A canvas for my claws
In the midst of pain and pleasure
Your bound to do it all
From the ripping of the flesh, La petite mort 
You feel the little death
Only one rose knows your name
But the thorns are why you came....

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The Wedding Ceremony of the Dead, Part One, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Les Noces de la Mort by T. Wignesan

Orgy of stone !
I drank hate in your inferior parts
And bathed during a wild summer our green sepulchres
O ! death
and my animal mouth became distorted
on those...

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The Passing of the Lord, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s La Mort du Seigneur by T. Wignesan

Lord ! I’m unable to think of your passing without crying
I count the flogging blows I rain upon you
And despair at being exhausted trying
I re-open and again open the mortal...

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 Una or Death, Life: 43, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel's Una ou la mort, la vie: 43 by T. Wignesan

As they used to say and keep saying still
Nobody ever takes poetry seriously
They would like to say that after a long life
You have provided us always...

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Una or Death, Life : 42, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Una ou la mort, la vie : 42 by T. Wignesan

To love words is to love life itself
As early as when he could speak, he understood this
Each vowel took on the form of a fruit
And...

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Una or Death, Life : 1, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Una ou la mort, la vie by T. Wignesan

Sometimes he wonders what good a poem can be
Of course in his case doubting is blasphemy
An absurd benumbing of life
In truth, what good can a poem serve
Where...

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A number of centuries ago
In 1692, in a place called Glencoe
      Where a massacre took place
      And the Clan Campbell lost face
When neighbours were sometimes your foe







http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-4.php...

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The Triumph of Love over Death

My heart, 
my mind, 
the two have worked together,
Each of them elemented 
and fostered my spirit.
Some day, 
a stranger stepped in 
seeking decent weather;
The guest waited for 
the host to meet 
and gain the merit.
Whose turn is this? 
Whose undertaking?...

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Y66 Mort
means Fred Hampton day in 
spite your subtle threats I am in 
no way able to obey any mafia 
threat during election time I 
am reminded of the bribes 
payoffs and dead bodies piling 
up you must know I cannot 
agree to provide medical...

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Straight to the cares of sweetest pleasure,
souls flying from hence to dopamine treasure.

Honey fragrance silver sensation well,
weaken consciousness loss of mind to tell.

Post inferior nervous spasm fainting episode,
the cultural link between coitus and death.

Anger management at the intimate edge,
Champagne sipping la petite mort alleged.

Glorious salvation...

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Death has a blood-laced eye,
Bleary from watching the world.
By Christ he is blinded from brightness on high:
Lasers of light at Death’s eyes have been hurled....

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reality 
      in space 
representations
 of     perspectives
             perceived

exposures 
             of  idiosyncratic...

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We had a prophet in our trailer court
His sign said “the Amazing, Seer, Mort”
He told fortunes all day long
Some predictions were decidedly strong

A few naysayers tried to chase him away
But the rest of us mobbed up and insisted he stay
I will be a queen in...

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March hare rides a bike to twinkle town court
The rest of the bunnies are a bit jealous of Mort.
He thinks he’s all that, and I guess maybe he is.
Said a caramel-eating rabbit named Oldie McGizz.

Mort hears the chatter, and smiles deep and wide.
He has self-confidence,...

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We both got drunk,
          in briefness of 
          wine of pleasure...
          We die for an instant
  ...

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