Best Multiplex Poems

This town, this Silk Road had no toll to pay
  yet from the east caravans again fill its
pharaonic marble and glass temples. Monolith

malls rise its clefts, eco-wilderness morph
  into multiplex cinemas; mini golf 
and carparks - the 20th century gold fields.

A new rush...

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July fireworks bring together families and friends 
for a much needed vacation from worries and work.
Picnics at and on the lake just for memorie's fond taking.
I remember the days of old when watching a movie 
outside amongs't the stars and moon.
Playground equipment of a slide...

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Walking from the horrid old motel, and out into the smaze, 
a suffocating day, worsened now, by a mocktail shade of smog
in mockumentary proportions, she flounders in a fog.
Too dazed by crazy sitcoms that seem to fill her life,
on an escalator going up or down,...

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It's five o'clock, she checks her watch, at last the work day's done
Her forehead pounds, a coke is found, she gulps two aspirin down
Walking through the parking lot, a cell phone to her ear
Three calls to make, six texts must wait, until she reaches home

A...

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A sizzling hot pancake metropolis
   Kingsize of all market places,
   Every mystery is salable 
   The wind and shadows move and speeds transaction times;
   And the delicious hawkers are on parade,
   
   Plentiful...

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(Victorian artist William Holman Hunt was
both attracted and repelled by his models)

Can we agree that, terrified of sex,
Hunt couldn’t help but hunt it, seek it out?
There doesn’t seem to be a shred of doubt.
He felt his women exercised some hex,
conspiracy throughout the lower decks,
full frontal...

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Had there flowed blood 
In our peasants’ veins
We’d have built bridges
To join our several ridges.

Then the many exiled peers
Might re-cross the flooded streams
That had divided their dreams
And pilloried the science of seers.

But the fire of want 
Had our people dehydrated
And those (like me) who bled...

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Through the eyes of real 
selfish ideas wreaked havoc on many 
whose hopes and dreams were snuffed out— 
like the flame of a candle in a winter-wind storm....
  
Not just metaphorically... but literally 
generations suffered the hellish terror— of stolen rights and identity...
lineage obliterated—...

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Stacked with books, assiduity elsewhere
Exams knocking at hand
Yet the Friday get-go
And final cut buff. 

Night at sea and morning sloth
The evening prowl and buddy talkies
Escaped tuition and soul mate bask
Brainsick few moments
Ended with a break up.
Hearsays then bared
Eyes filled up and a hebdomad hush.

So called...

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On a sweat sizzling and scorching summer day,
I sponged my eyes with chilled water and said good morning.
I showered my mind with new notions and greeted every minute.
I sauntered to living roomand took a lanky broom.
 
I brooded up the walls
And boomed to my pals
We...

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You spend many years amid some crowd their world
Marking time about shadows ? Wanting, myself to react
Perhaps spin a loop or two and nucleus how they dig it when
We loose these bolts take another bite out of Jane as Joey's tune....
Knowing there is no veneer...

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Lee Pearson is a para-equestrian athlete, 
Because in horse jumping he does compete, 
And has arlthrogryposis multiplex congenita,
Which he was born with in 1974, not bitter.

He’s a ten-times paralympic gold medalist,
‘Cos since Sydney 2000 he’s a perfectionist;
He won three gold in the 2000, 2004, 2008,
In...

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thermometer reads zero, a chilly breeze blows
  apple cores thrown, the blackbirds feed
  my multi-layered partner dons her wooly hat
  impatiently, she waits for me
  securing covid masks amidst my overcoat
  house keys retrieved, ...... so nearly there
  is...

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If our Moon could be judged as a sex 
Female, male- some of both, it's complex
Since its phases do change
And its shapes rearrange
Its true gender could be multiplex. 

Glowing round on a clear starry night
Poets think it's a she when they write
Perfect curves and a...

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To my dearest dear…
Waited! Waited! And Waited!
Long-time yet no reply
How are you? Where are you?
Since November you didn’t called back.
Writing for you once again
Just with that hope you will answer me back. 

All these days here without you
Seemed so far and so alone,
I just retrieved...

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