Best Procurement Poems

Primose path leads to the slaughter of American
dream delete pause proficiency with internetty
webbegone after thoughts of yahoo googleyed 
interred intricacies that shed benign capsules of
 mom entary apple pie delquiences cooling 
the soul shopping for the next alias avenue of
pointless me procurement mauling an ongoing
onerous...

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SIXTY EIGHT

For years I’ve lived with being a soixante-huiter
Although my wardrobe’s more fastidious and neater
Those heady days are not beyond recall
The nights and days when we first did it all
But sober work and ethics have combined
To make a settled bed  my truest mind
And catalogues...

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Pessimists call Maths, abyss of a subject,
A subject invented to detest their brains,
A subject of arithmetical errors,
Errors, that need a heap of stint to complete the puzzle.
But to the Poet, I call it,
A common mistakes subject,
Like the Romeo and Juliet miscalculation,
That can only be nursed,
Long...

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Young and Old: It is time to
                       wake up;  Young America, there comes a moment in life were it is coherent
that the...

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Splendid women
 Out of a dingy rearing
Obscure and silenced 
 The pain of desertion 
  A mean decision    

Splendid women 
Your life has progressed
A giant procurement 
For your current enjoyment     
A price is proclaimed 


Splendid women
It’s been...

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I, henceforth, known as the respirer, do
solemnly swear hereafter, to take you in,
in sufficient quantities to ensure 
continuation of the flesh's animation.

I additionally, do accede my heretofore,
essential need of your estimable service, 
and express my desire to continue our 
mutually beneficial, ok, parasitic, relationship

Being, as...

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I WILL pound for you
with my arms
filled to the brim
with the strength of Africa.
With my breath,
pure like the crystal sky,
in its unperturbed hour,
I will pound.

I will pound for you.
I will trek the pot-filled path of Akoko
down to Ikare
in search of a pestle.
I will traverse the...

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Edwardo Badia
1856-1914

That low bred confidence man!
That snooking swindler who took me for a fool.
“Hey Gregg, you thief!
You owe me still, even as I rot here,
Regrettably ensconced inside this bursting old boneyard, 
Final resting grounds of a thousand parted pilgrims,
No doubt suffering in claustrophobic hell,
Like this...

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AmI haveI willI doI as all been some will be with all the helping verbs from Ahman and Ricks in jr high in a timed collective to last a lifetime, I be a  planetary legimate in my own entity as a human of this...

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the mad doctored relationship of a child of trust 
is seen in the I's (eyes)  of a parental giver 
these words are spoken by the maternally dead 
and will haunt the crying caregiver till she is swollen and rotting  

come away with me...

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Chapter 5

They both sat in stunned silence with tears falling down
The boy entered, saw them, and hightailed it.

For a life time it seemed the two women just hugged
Till the boy’s mother sobbed, “Ah, she’s gone then.”

And as Neethu began to tell her of the loss
Her...

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milk and honey sincerity 
the procurement of a proper smile
many lifetimes in the making
the realization of promise made long ago

four walls listened
rain remnants glistened
blues sitting solid still
iridescence achieved

incandescent snowflake happiness
effervescent blissfulness achieved
the joy of spectacular specialness rehabilitating to calmness
Prayers Answered In God's Time.......

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Ten slices of pure marmalade plus two years of misted Karmapa bread equals? Oh do hurry up. The sum is easy. Oh ok then try another. Twelve custard tarts divided by an in between feathered door divider plus a couch multiplied by a coupon? Well...

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Oh, what is this thing called love? 
It's a concept I don't understand. 
Delight that occurs at first sight? 
Or can it be carefully planned? 

Is it something that lasts for all time, 
or will it run into the sand? 
Would Priapus profit from praise,...

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Vehemence has ignited the heat 
and slowly I burn 
for I cannot walk away 

but still here I run 
inside an imaginary procurement 
chasing the sunlights 
and the darkness in the coals 

searching deep past those diamonds 
flakes freckling your fears 
an obsidian laden of...

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