Best Otiose Poems

Hollow odes lament where waves crash depthless

Oh! How ocean lacking light spills woe so!

Lackluster grays wail unkempt longingness

Lone stander bleeds the dreams of times ago

  

 O'er the screaming wind, a seagull's bleak cries

weeps of cloudiness usurping the day

Heaven's warmth obscured, and now coldness...

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     where no light penetrates 
       the musty chamber of an existence
     gazing, otiose, in contemplation
 
     of erogenous zones 
      ...

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I feel a nauseating revulsion to see scraps of prose
Bundled together in a neatened pile in the name of poetry,
And prizes being awarded for such otiose verbiage
And praises being heaped for such boring coquetry.

Poetry, my dear uninitiated impostors,
Is the language of the mute solemn gods.
You...

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Forgive if I borrow, write and craft some sorrow
Beg and steal, I give you this now and tomorrow
Pen me under stars, pit me against the best
I'll write you a sonnet, put your heart to the test

Cause darlin I gotta know what it feels like
To taste...

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Folks must be happy in Guatemala

   With tax money frittered by Kamala

      Will she visit the border
 
         To 'stablish peace and order

       ...

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IRRESPONSIBLE ENEMY

When our tears drop 
and stench fire around 
us, 
And fire's enemy 
becomes otiose and 
nugatory,
Then shall tears 
backfire fire's enemy
And after a very scorch 
sunshine
Telling ur the end of 
those former days.

Then shall our eyelids 
close in sorrow
But tears have wiped 
away our...

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When 
our 
stories 
shall 
be 
told 
and 
our 
chronicles 
opened:sad 
empty 
tales. 
Who 
will 
not 
spit 
and 
denounce 
such 
shameful 
tales?, 
what 
eye 
shall 
prode 
on 
it 
without 
reeling 
a 
curse.              ...

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A million thoughts run through my head,
A thousand words i wished i had said, 
A hundred lines i should have read,
So many things left unfinished, 
Life taken never to be replenished, 
An unlikely angel in the dark of night
Resembling an outre flying kite,
Feel the breeze...

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In the hollowed hush of heaven the whisper of a soul 
and in the lit up room of stars an angel's karmic face   
Two feathered wings aloft deliverance her goal 
while one is seized on earth, the other portal graced 

An otiose moon...

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Regardless of my mother's death,
One hope, obduracy, and words otiose breath

The wheels of progress never stop turning
The times shift, and my sad heart is yearning

The world continues to burst forth in beauty
To regain faith, one can never flout divine duty

Lemons had just started to turn...

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Do I Walk or I Walk Me?


Suddenly I stopped
inspired by a questioning thought;
am I walking or I’m walking me?
Am I a becoming or a being?
The whole system called I or he or she
is a cosmic reality
yet a thirst aided by insight
welled up from inside;
can this...

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Wrapt in the otiose aumbry of pride
A glede hythe a quiff will gust aside
Her folly selcouth
Binds her  fast to her wanweird
To speak ever sooth
She is thrawn, my sister, my coëval
Into fell Truth’s ghyll she will smiling fall

Morrow’s dawnsun, rise!
Drown in the throes of today!
Sky...

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Nested like treasures priceless, eagle parents watch over the brood
On an island far away from the city, I beheld in a vision of azure blue
A rural settlement in waste laying, arid with black bile
A desolate, decaying riverine pride
Above sunken war canoes and ores only dead...

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Painstaking plumes of surest gait
To wield diamond steel over fate;
With slow pair of wit-guarded lips,
As otiose words sway great ships. 

Invincible flair and exacting knack
To stand out from the frothy pack;
Ochred with all blue-penciled skill,
For nabob’s dimwits do mimic still. 

With the far-scanning aquiline eye
That...

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Constrained by the sober exercise of judgment,
And dignified by deliberation and privacy.
I yanked my soul out of its secret chamber, 
And held it to the mirror of my eye.

To see it like a star or moon against the sky, 
But it dwindled to alarmingly small...

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