Best Perversely Poems

Skin Deep Beauty

This man covered in tattoos in reds and greens and blues
Wanted everyone to see his art
So he put it in his will that he hopes they will fulfill
That in his death his skin will do its part
He wants it tanned and stretched, hung...

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I'm breathing like the sun in black horizons,
but internal embers burn in invisible ignorance.

Tired from being constantly raped by life,
I've become ashamed of veiled emotions,
confused between him and her -
am I an oxymoron of feminine masculinity?

There is no mortality in a macho muse,
so my pregnant pen prepares...

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Quite a few of them tried rather fervently
To reach the light that hangs in bows
Sent sideways perversely
Through shadows of mist-like moonbows.

Or like a sundream cascading down memories
They’d trap in their heart’s chest-like the irony of the lion
Loving the lecherous acts of temporary reveries,
While believing and...

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We walk the rocky shore and you lean heavily on me,
Mother, bruising my balky arm -- muttering "Ay, Hijo!".
A few steps and, breathless, we are both exhausted.

Your once-brown eyes, gone gray, are like 
concentric rings rippling from a random stone
thrown into this polluted pond in...

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Original poem below...after the definition, found on www.google.com: 

"Full Definition of stubborn. 1a (1) : unreasonably or perversely unyielding : mulish (2) : justifiably unyielding : resoluteb : suggestive or typical of a strong stubborn nature  UNSUPPORTED CODE  2 : performed or carried...

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If I understand correctly,
and this seems infinitesimally likely,
which is nearly infinitely unlikely,
but anyway,
If we do think bilaterally,
then we have regular imagined
and remembered,
reweaving and unweaving,
diversity through spacetime,
and then we also have RealTime 4D diversity,
and also perversity,
which is primarily,
and maybe Prime Relationally,
0-Sum absence, as in vacuum,
of healthy...

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By Stanley Collymore

Never speak ill of the dead we’re constantly and solemnly
exhorted regardless of who they are or the life that
they freely chose to live, as they’re no longer
around, is the lame and unconvincing excuse
that’s often and dishonestly given in explanation, to rebut or
defend their...

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Old misunderstandings of how Earth
and Her species
evolve,
regeneratively and degeneratively change,
sometimes in revolutionary expansive/implosive quick and great transitions,
but more traditionally in slow-grow emergent spacetime development,
are often summarized in secular capitalism's
Might Makes Fertile Right.

While this does capture the Yang strength side
of Earth's fast and slow revolutions,
PermaCulture Design's...

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the Medicare, an undeserved fund the patients spend,
which seems extremely excrescent,
must be crushed immediately without any mend. 
No coverage serves them right! Be they gravely ill or convalescent.
In his favor, all the rules the Capitol shall bend,
prosecution immunity, business chance----each prerogative coming on end.
His flagrance...

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So your great gran
was a suffragette
She fought for the right for women to vote
She thought that would make a woman equal,
put them on the same footing as a man
Looking back, that was misguided thinking
by woman like your great gran
Your great gran
and her suffragette sisters
didn't count...

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A squirrel died on my front lawn.
I saw it fall,
As warm and round as an overripe peach.
I heard it land, like an olive dropped on hard wood,
splayed in a spot where passers-by
looked away on purpose.
 
Flies congregated,
brushed their legs against each other.

I canceled a dinner...

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Some people think I'm crazy 
But I'm not an empty suit, 
Though sometimes I sound hazy 
When I take that extra toot. 

I don't mind if people find 
My long lost indiscretions. 
Errors past are cast from mind 
Along with all confessions. 

Priest and pastor...

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Imagine the weight of the air in that house
which in the summer months would strangle you,
wearing heated gloves. Tough luck.
A gulf of emotion that is always a week ahead;

trying to claw back
a sense of permanence

as it lingers in a cold sweat. Windows
crack with discomfort; the...

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I wonder...
Wherever this nebulous varmint is
Here, there, everywhere 
Does he ever look to himself in shame
He who leaves his iniquitous stains 
For all the hatred he lays claim? 

He gives tongue to the anemic, weakened mettle
Wheezing his nidorous, putrid breath into its chambers, 
Leaving behind...

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Alien Messiah
A recital of miserly contastrophists
led by a figure of churlish meanness
speaking rhetoric of the pacifist 
maniacal god complex of fierceness  

chorus
pledge allegiance to the alien messiah
like Caligula, a self proclaimed living god
power hungry deviant like Allah 

with grandiose gestures mollifies the crowd 
no...

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