Best Pneumatic Poems

We plunge cool cotton ...

Swimming sheets and each other,

Your fair flesh, my deep water.

I drown in your craving ...

You swoon, wrapped in ribboned moonlight.





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Tinnitus tinnitus, innocuous by name,
invisible tasteless, sounds pretty lame,
Ears hissing, snakes inside my head, 
Growing louder, causing turmoil in bed,
Room’s spinning, feel like getting sick,
Banging...

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Pulchritudinous looks, unscrupulous ways hook 
Junoesque one apart, pneumatic in mouthpart

Those coconut-like callipygian haunts cull
Leave alone howling wolves, despite being ourselves!...

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In the frame that hangs upon that wall resides
an image taken from the previous century.
The jubilant smile on that kid's face reflects
a time similar to...

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Words fail
Meaning blurry;
Nothing rhymes

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Upstairs apartment
Renovation works;
Pneumatic floor blast

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Idle talk punctuates
Not much meaning;
Bizarre thoughts

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Sonic headache
Disturbing pounding;
Head time-bomb ticking

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Constipated movie
Suspicious assumptions;
Character flaws

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Dragonfly pond
Lotus flowers bloom;
Mud bed ascend

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Brief...

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"The Strict Machine"




Take a note 
pick up your sharpened quill
tap dance your screen
your mind like 
a Magpie's beak 
a Silent Epiphany
One, 
Two and
Three
a Silent Jackhammer...

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Long ago in the not too distant future, whence temporal tense was but a phase,
I found myself afloat inside my head, from where I feared...

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Enola Gay

There on the ‘North Field’ tarmac of Tinian Island, Marianas;
Taxis the sleek designed ‘Boeing B-29 Superfortress’ to ready for take-off. 1
Glistening, polished aluminum under...

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Ever had an MRI on your brain... YIKES!!!
Like excruciating pneumatic drills driving in spikes
Left bits of my brain
On the pillow, WHAT PAIN!
Even with ear plugs,...

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Golda and Goofus.

or how a young Baer lost his luncheon and found that man need not live by bread alone.
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Here's the deal, folks...
   This is, as indicated, the 2nd HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this...

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Of all the world this century I see
What shimmers – artifice devoid of soul.
Pneumatic truncheons burying dreams of She,
The Mother, under satin sheets of coal.

If...

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Calendar cats are the Pussy élite.
Silky or spiky, or butch, or effete,
Calendar cats are a privilege to meet …
They’re, oh! SO beautiful!

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Why is everyone more worried
      about another's attire
Is their own life so bleak and 
      dire
You help them climb higher and
      higher
While we wallow in their...

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In the ultimate I ponder and resonates
Sporadic melancholy treading thoughts
Void pneumatic aspirations that perspire in nothingness
The peripheral space spurts erratic waves 
Spewed fantasy and ejaculates...

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