Best Proportioned Poems

The Malkavian..Part 1

His mind has all the meaning of a madman that is screaming
Tortured and tormented, a life lived to be lamented 
His family, drained and defeated, finally retreated 
Leaving him believing that he was beyond redeeming 
The doctors sent in talked of hope and...

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As you open the door...
you are momentarily transported
back to an innocent child like state.
Your concentration wavers 
as your senses react like a 4th of July
firework display.
Large, colorful posters cover the walls
surrounding you...
offering tasty descriptions of many of the items.
All the while the scents of chocolate,...

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I see you in the distance quite stunning are are to my eye's,
I start to check you up and down I think an angel has arrived.

Lovely slender legs and curvy little waist,
nicely proportioned bust, amazing grace.

As you slowly get closer my heart skips a beat,
flicking...

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I am a dreamer literally for I dream a lot
With most of them remembered, few of them forgot.
My dreams are always based in reality,
Although quite mixed up they often tend to be.

But this particular dream I had just yesterday,
Was different from all the rest, I...

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Does Nox hold sway where you sit or lay,
or stand blanketed in deep fog's clime?
Where perfectly proportioned physical deformity holds 
in substantive and coddled awe' sublime.   

Shrouded in shot from fusil's beautiful dark pall,  
far from heredity's nameless and shameless hall. 

We...

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Your ocular perceivers are the most resplendent ones ever kenned to mankind, they are as abstruse as the ocean and yet so captivating, The word dainty was engendered when they have no words for your lips, Your smile gladdens the heart of a man as...

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NEWCASTLE  UPON  TYNE,    ENGLAND

Half-Scot,  half-English  and  ill at ease with the past,
Newcastle is sooty black from its coaly drama, 
And  the breathless town was always  in a hurry to grow, 
Narrowly avoiding  destruction of...

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It is thy wanton gestures that contrive inside long auburn
curls -
Wherefore to diminish the pleas of a warm, lustful
breeze!
For though gilded rays shall grace all thy sunlit days 
Tis Moonstrucks cast beams, your mischiefs, 
That did so deceive.

Happily ye wander through Midnights velvet vales...
Thus to...

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Peter loved his wife Carmen Lúcia
                             Their love 's color was tranquil fuchsia 
   ...

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What purpose do I choose to live;
remaining aloof from evil practice and intent?
What meaning can we find to live,
reversing "evil"
that could transcend our individual absence of identity?
Original Intent uncovers love-life's revolutionary invitation
into mutual belonging.

What is this integrating love, 
synergy, active peace restoring justice 
of mindful...

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What are your power values and disvalues?

What are the political powers and weaknesses,
capacities and incapacities,
of economic value and disvalue?
What values are not for sale?
What powers are available, but only without commodification,
without any price paid in return?

I'm noticing my economic values, 
like ecological healthcare values, 
co-arise...

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I drained life of its fullness...
not pricing its worthiness,
leaving nicks in the prime of youth:
deceitful tricks to ignore every truth.

I imitated parody to conceal identity,
thus making it forgery my priority;
and the masked nobleman acted out his
infamous burlesque play, ridiculing Fay...
knowing that her unrhymed lines ...

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On a perfectly proportioned majestic throne 
resides the one who knows
of time and space, of love and fear - building blocks from which we grow

From ancient starlit forests through to daily sunny norms
the power arrives in textured waves
to charge our dust filled forms

And inside the...

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Lion & Lamb



Lion
I am what I am
I am a man
And as straight as I stand
All of what I know I do the best I can
But…

Lamb
I am made of similar design
Proportioned and fit
Created by the Creator
Utilized from Adams Rib

Lion
There is a job that I must do
And...

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Could you imagine,
A face like that?
Created by the face of an angel
And modeled like fashion
For the damned and deceased.
A respected locksmith,
Drunk on insomnia and aging,
Kissing the pavement
With bare and busied feet.
The Brazilian beauty
Who prides herself as
The representative of blushing.
The one who catches the bouquet
By chance...

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