Best Pabulum Poems

Abstracted eyes study plasmid menus.
A rattle of gleams
stirs coffee in a Montmartre café.
A Cairo belly dancer glistens
in her cocoon of sequined waves,
wine glasses tinkle, while...

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Pabulum Of Nature

Let thy countenance befallen upon thee, thy cornfields threshold be thine golden horde, that thou flash amidst thine rows thy thread of sunlight,...

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~the Fear of Never~ A DRINK TO REMEMBER!


   And the fire catches every time, my heart needs a sip
I bear no shame pouring,...

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Toothless Dragons


And so the toothless dragons roar
tepid flames of apathy staining the air
regurgitated realities revisited
picked at in search of sustenance.

Circling, they do the hating dance
feet...

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THE FOREST CALLS 

The pink clouds surround the setting sun
The black earth won't give up her secrets 
When all things are said and done
She holds...

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Expectation rushes in
As her silent walk begins.
All eyes staring,
Watching for a hint of emotion,
But none revealed,
As she takes her place among the muses.

No one breathes...

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I left, 
I left my homeland.
I would have loved  to stay.

Down memory lane...
Rocked by sleeves with love,
All stared with love.
Love never crossed my mind,
It...

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Through words I express my thoughts.
Combination of what I experienced and of what my
teacher taught.
To inform, to entertain, and to persuade are my
notions.
The exhaustion of...

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A fire was burning at the city's edge.
It seeped into the underground
and fed the twisted strands
of passion, forthright in its zeal at first  ...

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Decadent mirth no more
Lies therein
Far off calls
I do sing
The pabulum so requisite
To this epiphany
I do cling
©2016...

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The noblemen control the pen, indeed they own the farm,
but nonetheless exude finesse (and need I mention charm?)
with revenue to sate the few, exulting arm...

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Somewhere in our misused-contrused essential self lives a malignant cogent cabaret of simul castrated away ills stranded contrivances depleted of furtive 
psychosocial datatrums that copiously...

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Some perhaps more fortunate poets will 
With greater ease urge their heeding quill,
To tell in switching tones many juicy tales,
Of love-aided treks and shipwrecked sails....

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Bones remain, retain, and nourish
the under-croft, the terrain,
the meadow green.
Bones replant. They are meals for
the mouths of ghosts.

The dead feed the living,
and the living cut...

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