Best Neo Poems

WHEN ALL THE WORLD IS QUIET
           (It’s too late version)

When all the world is quiet
	And...

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Spring slips those neo-leaves on protuberance-limbs.
Youth is adorned with buds and flowering whims.

Poppies drench an infant’s eyes and awaken sleep.
Spiked trellis dreams sow garden-beard whims.

Blackbirds...

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Far as my eyes can see, 'till lake touches sky,
Earth beats as one; Poplar, Jack Pine & Birch all
Sing with the White Throated Sparrow, our...

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We were accustomed to read one thousand 
And one night in Baghdad...
Tonight the glorious city-sky is sad,
It sounded bang! Bang 
Where is my mummy? Where...

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[ credits to LAURENT YVAN from France who read my poem ]



launched over ages of primaeval forces
my nomadic ancestry calls out to me
winds howl driven...

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I invented something quite peculiar
Last night
In my lucid dream

My neo commanded my allo-cortex
To prepare allusions to be downloaded
Upon returning to my physical presence 

Caught in...

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"HOME"



Inside my heart
like a beating 
fleshy molusc

unfurling like 
the darkest 
Blood Red Rose

there in the 
very core 
of Me

sits stoic enthroned 
an etheric Pearl
hidden

like a...

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A slice of Americana
love their Mar-a-Lago cream cheese pastry
immorality a lot
They crave their leadership cake ...
spin-sugar batter laced, 
full of vulgarities and obscenities
in a profanity...

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They stood there holding hands
Young faces wrinkled with worry
Their little boy was born too early
Neo natal unit now held the key

Their son was in a...

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You're wearing the cap with the crooked cross emblem,
hoisting your neo-Nazi flag high
You dream of a revived Fourth Reich kingdom,
hoping that you see it before...

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LEAST WE FORGET THE GIRLS’ KILLING CRY
(Apropos The Boko Haram Girls)

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Light minded people say I’m an uppity darkie
They color me bad, 
with a black face, felt pen Sharpie
Vanilla voices downright don’t like
the audio sounds of...

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intoxicated by entwined souls,
breasts beating, breathing
in the amalgamation of us.
trust in lips, tongues, stress
of otherworldly communication.

neo-occasion of bare skin,
slightly shy, surrendering
to the shift and slide—
sensuality...

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A Controlled Reply to a Skinhead's Brain

Just when I thought some real evolution
In moral thinking
Just might be taking place these days,
I run across this Neo-Nazi...

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Who we are, we tend to forget
Transfixed in thoughts, desires beget
The rot, dear hearts, has sunk in deep
Our consciousness needs a reset

Witness cravings upon us...

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