Best Overexposed Poems

Let me run my tongue along the lines of your history
Around the curves of your past
Winding up to today, here 
Digesting through Braille the pricks...

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My stained glass image
was a ripe peach 
with spilt Zinfandel
like electric rubies
pooling around a gentle ray.
It was a colour hungering
to weave spirit out of light,
so...

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I have written you countless poems all on EMBROIDERED napkins,  by cascading
Moonlight at this lonely hour (unmailed).I have sifted through an assortment of mail
Hungrily...

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Such a beautiful sleeper but yet a 
life filled with nightmares; 
A demon fighter since her younger age; 
I applaud this princess for her strength....

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Broken Column
wrapped in female form
split down the centre
more than femininity exposed

Breasts capture the eye
Her softness
Confusing
Arousing 

head held high 
Her long black hair flows
cascades across decades
immortalized

Tears...

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My mind slips back and forth in time.
The pendulum drags me on its course.
Are you here with me now, as I swing through yesterday?
I hang...

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He came out of the west riding slowly, the sun and sand 
did their best to make him wish he had never begun this quest...

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Once upon a time there were two worlds,
One for children and one for adults,
Each owing its existence to the other,
With the children awaking to a...

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I look in the mirror afraid to blink
Refusing to believe the image
Staring back at me is me
Wondering if this is the only thing 
Anyone else...

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what do I do with what I know
thoughts overgrown with thick, green mold
ghosts of those who once stayed close
black and whites now overexposed
they hang still,...

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hello to the unknown pretender
goodbye to the overexposed defender
all my love to the taker, but never the resender

all the darkness has sharp edges
all the cavities...

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The Ausländer
David J Walker

We share the world with sinners
We share the world with saints

We elect ourselves the oft mistaken 
magistrates 

Who mediates 
The distribution of...

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My mother was beautiful when I was young.
In pictures she wore pearls.
I remember her putting on sky-blue eye shadow,
Even her eyebrows beautiful,
like the Arc de...

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Clusters of refugee bubbles
         Expelled from the side of my tank
      ...

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Another year comes to a close
We've gone in circles, trying to follow our nose 
So many lies and confusion, overexposed 

Everyone's on the back foot,...

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