Best Postured Poems

Mastered Puppets


Of the voices thrown and never shown their cries travel well
A starving sewn with a bitter bone of their life a quiet quell
With larval lips that are losing grips where echoes only dwell
Their smile drips as they use their fingertips in a yielding yell

Left...

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Dedicated to My Son, The Bedtime Kissy-Keeper Giver


Like a virgin to stressed messes surging,
I struggled with bridges on parental ridges
when I wore both mom and work britches.
Young years adhered pleasure steered twitches
but grown changes sewed pressure stitches.
I changed to a day and night striving
female getter-doner;...

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I. 
In the orange land, 
the sidewalks race wild with them, 
postured like statues of royal gardens 
the marble lions 
amongst hibiscus limbs. 

II. 
I like the smell of them, 
earth warmed dirt 
and fallen honeysuckle 
baked 
beneath the Florida sun. 

III. 
I poke with...

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The sun, drab green
  The moon too quiet
Earth's cities wept
  Looting and riots

Mayors postured, spoke
  Their message 'woke'
The sun raced away
  Moon's light gone gray...

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Dark is the soul of a man who was crazy 
to let a pure love pass on by, 
his fear of commitment, his immature ways 
brought regret, and a tear to his eye. 

She was the perfect one, destined to flavour 
his days with a...

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And so I ponder my frailities as give giveness to the/they that are in response to my/your parental misgivings, the way windward wade their roughened cinder complexities confided to an annotated disgfiured desire-repost postured, annotized rediculum of the come-what-may forensics of a culprit coined society...

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Here's an ode I preserved for you in a poetically postured pose,
Particularly by my peculiarity of winding words with such prose.

Avail to the thesauri, and lexically thy dexterity shall enhance,
And uncover the meaning within this poem if you chance.

If ye choose to not peruse the...

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Hark! Joan of Arc

Joan of Arc fought for nationality and self-government,
The right to citizenship and an to identity that's yours,
One to do with your country, your space and your privileges;
She ended the medieval age saying that the nation state rules.

She was the liberator of the...

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This has been a hot minute to say the cold hard truth. I second that! Glasses full of hours turn hands into long time. Darkness saves the day. Light work is easy. Take care; bear with me. Melting ice just is served; liquid metal. Aluminum...

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ANIMOSITY VESSEL :
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
VERSE 1:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
Here she sit at her thresholds corner;
Looks pity but craving to blow a vandal,
Crazely permitting no one to untie her shameful sandal,
Eagerly wish people swallowed by scandal.
Chameleon her pseudonym screamed from the huddle;
Many are...

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Long ago there lived a girl with long livid locks of sable,
Whose vivid avid amber eyes derived, it seems, from fable.

Her tiny tendons tied to nimble bones to each limber muscle enhanced,
By the hours and hours of practice made perfect with her sport of dance.

Her...

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although a group of people sustain their lives beautifying 
everything surrounding them 
insisting that everything is good 
because they are God’s creation

while another group of people  
though they also are humans  
swallow and spit out loathsome language
go tottering intoxicated from a foul-smelling-contaminated-air
fuming from...

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Oh fallen star of Bethlehem, your established moment shines,
upon canvas of harsh intent, descendent of heavenly design?

A mighty angel’s leading light to those befallen, pleasure-bent?
Are gleaming eyes  masking spites or, our demands, aspiring content?

Looking toward skies o’er Bethlehem, as prides of mortal men delight;
bearing...

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Once when I was just a kid my mom thought t'would be nice,
If I'd invite some friends to play and we could swing outside.
I had a swing set in the yard where I would play for hours.
My daddy built it just for me away from...

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Vanessa throws the shot put, track, 
In the F34 classification, wheelchairs, 
And is a wheelchair racing coach,
For English Athletics, also an activist. 

Whilst doing the job she received a call, 
From Alison O’Riordan a throwing coach, 
Just after she’d survived a breakdown, 
And having deteriorated...

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