Best Patronise Poems

Poetry of my inner museum penned by keys, 
to express the prelude to my anxiety and agony.
A panic to release my frightened barbed mind,
no longer to live this awful innermost state.
Uttering my release of grim gruesome emotions,
 and my inner light and dark of my...

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I promise  
I promise to love you deeper than the Atlantic Ocean 
I promise to adore you higher than the Killimanjaro mountainous romise to care for you more fragile than a wine glass 
I promise to keep you closer than my attitude 
I promise...

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Opaque moon our beacon in the night's darkness
In the museum of time the nocturnal hours
 are the most annoying. 
We creep in the monolith shadows 
hiding from the vicious and vindictive.
Frightened by the grim and gruesome
blown out of proportion by fear
and everything that's awful.

We look...

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Vindictive and vicious is the night
 as grim and gruesome shadows shroud 
 the light, an opaque cloud darkens the moon
 as frightened creatures scurry at awful and annoying howls
finding cover int the bushes, or behind a monolith
in a a museum of the unseen
 

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Disability, Illness and Fundamentalism

My brother died of Cystic Fibrosis, 
When I was twelve and he fourteen, 
It took away his ambitions, 
To study at Oxford - the pipe organ’s steam. 

I understand being born with a genetic disorder, 
Because I have Cerebral Palsy and sometimes...

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The American Presidential Election on 8th November 2016
Will determine the nation’s future policies and government
Its candidates will qualify by caucuses and primaries successes
And all most definitely with seriousness will give addresses

Hillary Clinton is a democrat nominee and former first lady 
Barrack Obama’s Secretary of State...

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My freedom, my interactivity, 
I owe to you and your stickability, 
Tho’ you be dead and dumb to me, 
You have a voice in my vocality. 

The cemeteries and the epitaphs, 
Are the courage and valour graphs, 
Defining the mechanism, the paths, 
Of the affirming...

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It comes in many shapes and forms
Some from abuse some from wars
Others include accidents or death
One thing is real they are  all bereft

I'm talking about ptsd in remission 
Anyone can suffer from this condition 
It is always there in the mind
Helpless lonely feeling blind 

To...

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THE STREET CHILD.
Nzongi N.Mwero.
Cell phone +254727254534.

Why me Am like a doll?
Why me not play a ball?
Why me not receive a call?
Why me if I become tall?
Why me if I become sick and fall?

Where is my mother?
What happened to my father?
Who is my brother?
Who is going...

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- APPARITION- 
                            
Cloudy coffee in a silky morn .        ...

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Are You Skew-Whiff?

				Are you feeling rather skew-whiff?
Awkwardly placed and standing?
		upside-down
		back to front
		inside      out
		topsy - turvy
							Are your senses damp and unresponsive,
					Beckoning confusion and despair? 
	Does your heart pound even when there’s nothing exciting there?

   Forlorn, sorrowful, despondent, 
			 ...

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In the museum, you will find amazing history regarding
the relics of our past. Gruesome and grim in their telling,
a dark prelude to everything seen by the moon. 

But hold it delightful that these days are behind. That the 
awful atrocities of times gone by, are...

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( The views of a grumpy old man )

I have now for certain concluded that the nanny state thinks we are fools
I have seen our society changing I am staggered at some of the rules
No longer do we have the freedom to take risk after...

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“When you are on the playing field
you are just a footballer. If you’re 
good, it doesn't matter if you [weild] 
CP, autism, or whatever [you lure].

You’re just a player. [There’s] a level
playing field. I hope people will see 
me and feel inspired to [start to...

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I’m living on the street, that does not make
Me yours to feed with food I do not eat 
Though I may lay my hat before your feet
My history is not your tale to take.

I’m old, I’m poor, I’m ill, I haven’t got
A pot to piss...

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