Best Prongs Poems

It vibes in harmonics broadband, a musical language universal,
Echoing across the heights divides, falling as a thunderstorms,
Raw force of spiritual power, descending from the heavens...

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Dot Blogs she was a buxom lass and hefty heifer too
who married Bobby Eugene Blows when she was twenty- two.
They lived upon a dairy farm...

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Cast down from eternal glory
The page of fate unfolds the story
Dark conception that Evil brings
He’s the Angel without wings...

Screaming souls to help him reign
Preys on...

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Trouble, trouble stirs the wind
ghastly ghosts rise and ascend
	warty toads croak
	vile spells are spoke
witches’ covens evil intend

Burbling, gurgling cauldron hot
with purple vein, red blood clot
	virgins...

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There was a time when 
pleasure came on the tip of a tongue.
When fear fled and the senses
did indulge.

Though visions dim and
sound distorts, dismays…
the tang...

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Boxed lures lay: belly-up, forlorn, caste off sinkers,
line-less, relics of peaceful bygone days. In vaudevillian 
colors of corny-orange: their hooks rusty, their prongs
dulled in an...

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HEAVY TUMBLING STORY

Before forbidden words
dawn to confess
Come... Come.. C O M E...
Uncoil your taste-buds to me
Entrust you health fully to thee

Yours truly,
FOOD
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Enamored beyond possible reproach
I...

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Oh, in inspirations winter dreaming, I’ve dream't
Of a mystic valley of the Aurora Borealis,
A chambered realm of frozen colors,
Exploding within reflected light aglow,
In the hushed...

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Stretching at the very heavens are the braches of autumn,
It is becoming the season of death, and mother natures promise
Of rebirth is with drawing, leaving...

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Left Behind

I do not dread the flooding creeks,
The April torrent that sweeps between
The straining banks and wildly seeks
A deeper channel, the booming crash
Of rocks that...

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Yesterday my wife and boy passed on from this despicable scene.
Trapped in the floating, cesspool of human misery for months we have been.
I tried to...

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I hail from the green land
Really green for sumptuous serenades
But too many grey lepers lay on the succulent carpet
And the milk of my land mills...

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Spaghetti Grandma

She scratches her pulpy ruby nose,
Heaves, and leans her heavy bosom
On the pitchfork, dangerously bending
The prongs over the swollen tomatoes.

Trying not to stare at...

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50 pounds in our sacks bowed our backs
until we heaved them up to the scale.
Ice water from milk cans hit parched throats
and sent us back...

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Thorn coif is embedded on your head,
and it thrusts to your head with its prongs,
spikes as nails tear your body –
God’s blood is flowing on...

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