Best Objectify Poems

In my blooming brokenness,
        I seek for a 
    clue of something meaningful,
but what if nothing    of velvety value
      ever lies within material items,
frozen in trembling time,
...

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In a weightless state of tranquility, 
paraphrasing relentless thoughts of motion 
in my head into words, which 'til now 
have laid dormant in unsung verse, waiting
for you to shine brightly upon them. 

Freshly painted impressions mark
the beginning of halcyon days, where gulls
hover just above waves...

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He is a sad man, badly flawed, but hardworking
He believes he is beyond reproach, just like many proud men do 
That face does not crack a smile; a sign of 'weakness' it is to him
His poor children starve for the affection of a busy and...

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Looking at flowers, then leaves, I began to wonder about the roots and seeds. Yes, I thought, that's what I learned in Biology, Botany, Biodiversity ... But a brilliant, brainy, breath-takingly beautiful budgerigar whispered to me:

"You are "thought" [taught to think in boxes, as PT...

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Sitting on my front step,
A black mental box awaits me.
Chills run up and down my spine,
Disturbing feelings whirls within.
Ridiculous, it's simply a child's doll
Passed down from a distant relative,
Whom I've never seen.

Taking it out of its coffin like box,
I display it on my overstuffed chair.
Its...

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Contemplating on my brevity, 
I find sincerity in my integrity-
I’m a visionary with a muse so deep 
             I write with intensity. 

Reflections and introspections 
bring alleviation and deliberation-
    ...

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Lord Denis Healey was an intellectual Labour MP, 
Who represented Leeds in the Commons for 40 years,
From 1952 until 1992,
When he could at last objectify as a Lord his real tears.

He was a Beach Master hero in World War Two,
But his bravery continued in his...

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***********

has to be

the ep-i-to-me

girls did not dream to be **** stars

girls dreamed to be teachers and lawyers

why o why

i ask you

does ***********

come and objectify

the bodies and minds

of so many

heartsouls

and do we not ask why

o why

do women and men have to lie

with each other

in the employ...

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Am I No Longer Desirable to You?		By Robert Denton (November 2014)

Am I no longer desirable to you?
I don't even desire myself.
Angered by bodily dilapidation
That has nothing to do with aging.
I don't even desire myself
The way I am broken.
That has nothing to do with aging.
Immeasurable frustration...

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Spindle time as sowing illusions
Drowning in a sea of images
The measures that raise life seconds
Human is the animate doll who conquered the presence

Life from the past back to the present
From the present for the future
Turnover outlined by destiny
Like an hourglass that acts as a reciprocal...

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The greenness of their tall but human like bodies spoke for them most times when they talked, when they conversed in their Vegril common language, because chlorophyll had been researched as thoroughly as one would guess it ever could be, if inquiry is to be...

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So tell me what gives you the sense that it’s right

when you see a female that delights your eye

to move in, and take the opportunity do some creepy touching

to touch inappropriately and the plead it was meant innocently

tell me what gives you the right too...

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It's a guy who grew up with good morals
People with the purest of souls
Raised to excel and exceed
Born to treat
Attentive and sensitive

They spent minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years
Time without boundaries
Listening to the problems and fears
Of the males but especially the females near
'cause those girls...

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Spindled Mettle
 
Hour upon hour she sits thoughtfully absorbed
spinning attentively conception’s fibers 
while creating new textures within her mind…

As grain, by grain of living sand, erodes the weaves
exposing gently or tearing the woven seams…
following the hourglass count to maturing age

Set aside are the frivolous dolls...

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I am beyond reason-
    NO! I am at odds with reason
This unjustifiable act I deplore
Posing as righteous when in fact despicable
This thing which misconstrues that which is at its core
Burns and buries emotions
Makes suspect of all one once adored
Depleting credible relationships to...

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