Best Pates Poems

Everybody bears a price tag
Claim tycoons with bottomless purses
With a plethora of dollars to flash and flag
About to entice simpletons who deem their lives struck by curses

Inserted in their DNA
Generations ago
Which render them incapable to shove away
Bets of cash their stricken spines can’t forgo

While stomachs...

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Potato Mountain

I will arrive
an habitual escapee
from the rabbit warrens
of central planners

By ferreting north
in search of
breaks in the maze
rifts in the grid

I will follow
a stream beside
the climbing track
and yet higher

To a saddle below
the great ridge 
southward along
eastern slopes

To a fine summit
of long vistas
and white gravel-skirts
exposed to...

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A summer Saturday night brings them all out grates shining
spit polished chrome, driven by bald men with pates shining.

Candy apple red antique corvettes with white wall tires
soft topped convertibles from Isadora Duncan's estate shining.

Well preserved women with beehive hair in leather bucket seats
go out for...

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When we stand before the Pearly Gates
St. Peter with his golden keys awaits
as the Book of Our Life is opened to the dates
to see if good deeds were done to our mates.
It lasts only a second but we think its late
As he scans the words...

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I will clench my pen to my heart where fair minds are slothful to reach;
I will breed my psychosis to conceivable saneness,
Beyond the inaptness of convincing man or anything they could teach!

I will clench my pen to my heart to heal my contravened poems,
Until the...

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Eating vegetarian is easy, delicious and tasty,
     it is not weird, mushy, or bland or flavorless;
imaginative combinations of recipes can be created,
           it is not just salads but a cornucopia bountiful.

I...

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King of England Henry the 8th
Liked his women with tidy pates 
Took his wife for a good hair crop
Asked: “A bit more off the top”...

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~BLOOD DUSK~


I'VE 'LLOWED MERCY OUT OF MY PITY,NOW MINE HUNGER REFUSES IT'S FAST
 CONCEAL'NG TH' BEAST WITHIN,WHILE MY ENEMIES PERCEIVED ADVANTAGE
LIL' DO TH' INANE MONGRELS KNOW,THAT THEIR DOG'S DAY BRINGETH DOOM
NOW TH' RAVENS WILL FEED 'PON THEM,AS THEY'RE LAIN RIGID IN MY WAKE


'SPENDED IN TH'...

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Opportunity hobnobs with doors
That open when it knocks
Bypassing entrances
That dither watching clocks, counting spokes

Enabling opportunity to hobnob with eyes
Primed to spot the oncoming opportunity march
In dainty pies and blue skies
Swirling, welcoming the opportunity touch

Eager to proceed to new destinations
Where pates gear to jump on the...

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Stephanus Marcus Book 1
Canto 6
Verses 2 and 3
Young Guenevere did speak to Katharine.
"Yes, my strong leopard knight doth tarry late
and keeps the dale thus free and verdant green
till James on Whitsuntide then claims his mate.
Tis thee, dear Katharine, Prince James doth wait
to lead down aisle...

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Handle bundles and trundles of amity with dignity
Despatch patches and batches of blues and queues of odium
Welcome pockets and sockets of hope and humility
Above all, fertilize fields of favour and faith on God’s podium.

Despatch patches and batches of blues and queues of odium
Break mistakes and...

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Awash with a bash and stash of slush cash
Ashley lets her mind go blind
This propels rebels in her stables to blush
Ashley gushes and hushes the unkind. 

Ashley lets her mind go blind
In a jolly gesture in future which seeks a cure
As Ashley gushes and hushes...

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Let us not be fools and pretend this planet won’t implode,
Beneath a mosaic ceiling, writing in a grand poetry dome!


Where ethics and morality are shoved in an oaken drawer?
And with relief and a sigh, we want to see them, never more.


Let’s, above all, not look...

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                        11/28/2023


Let’s be fools and pretend this planet won’t implode.
Beneath a mosaic ceiling, hiding in a grand,poetry dome.

Where ethics and morality are...

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Tremblors
By Sy Roth

They could feel it
Creeping beneath their feet,
Messaging their sole
Sending tremblors
Up into their thigh

Had to put a stop to its progress
Fearful that ecstasy might make a break 
Through their pates.

It did have a song in it
Song of enslavement--
Dwarves marching somewhere 
From deep in the...

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