Best Prosthesis Poems

 The human spirit needs places where
nature has not been rearranged
by the hand of man
Author Unknown

A metal rail now mocks the space

where a massive trunk once rose two hundred feet, 
and a long stairway, and a sign,and a doorway
 make up  ‘The Stump Hotel.’...

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I cling to the tangibility of paper
its connection to earth, 
the feel of the grain 
on the skin. 
Words do not exist 
thanks to the mashing 
of keys and buttons, but by providence
of the paper. 
The forgotten paper
is still alive. Soft
and crumpled 
yellowed with age....

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Loss of a Mate
By Leonard Kleeman
The loss of a mate is a terrible thing, 
particularly when wed together for over 50 years.  
 You will miss your mate all the time
and for the rest of your life, no matter what happens.
It is like losing...

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'm extinct 
I'm irrelevant 
Rare off day today
Go to to store and see if I can pilfer a couple xmas presents
Raise me this way
My moms ddnt 
But my deviation has allowed me
Woke up this morning with a headache 
Plus I'm drowsy
Took the wrong Quil
And now...

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The Moby Dick Reunion 


One hundred fifty nine years have passed
Since Melville published his novel.
Seven hundred twenty pages in length
Some say it was much too nautical. 

All of the characters have gathered.
They’re going to have a reunion.
Rumor has it, they say, that Herman himself
Is making...

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There’s a man lives in my house
He’s as quiet as a mouse
I’ve never ever seen him
Don’t hear him move about
He doesn’t seem to eat
And he doesn’t drink my beer
But though no floorboard ever creaks
I know that he is here

I don’t know where he hides away
Don’t...

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My term as a head student will come to an end.
But my three-month term I intend to extend.

I have friends here you know and acquaintances are many
I hope that votes will come, each will contribute his penny.

Take Jenny there I’m sure of her
I will not...

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Contrary faces, a ramshackle masquerade. 

Strengths stance unwavering in face, though weakness taunts, 
gaining momentum to take its place.
"Fear nothing but fear it's self" the age old adage turns battle cry for the seat of life.
Roots digging deeper through sinking soil, as foliage trembles and...

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Fears that the
escalator to get 
down to the 
 parking lot
stifling you..
 The 
Pile does not end.
 
 
Cars together as people
do not let you go
pass between. 
This madness.
 
Clutch   with madness on your mop.
Underground garage
A book of poems
Born yesterday
Crushed
Claw.
Instead of hands
 Cold...

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A young doctor with no friends asked God to give him patience. The next day the doctor walked into his office and there was five patients waiting for him, more than usual. The first patient was a young boy in a wheelchair because he had...

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Prophet of my profits,
put your legs in the stirrups
force me out of you, shrieking
dripping of drug, reeking
immaculately dressed
adulterous, childish
a little worse for wear,
a bastard of metaphor.

Heir of my errs,
cast a neurotic prosthesis atop the saddle
trample all bards, those pleading
laden with morose and fleeting
lousy with expression
hopeful,...

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Ahab needed shore leave, 
And obsessed so on his dream,
Harpooning some sweet harlot 
Had become his major theme.
He was just a novice mariner, 
His first time far from home.
He’d made his maiden voyage 
With his wild oats yet unsown.

Jezebel liked scrimshaw, 
Always wore it like...

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Planetary percussion:
the sphere reels through black space
with cries of,  Help!  Help!
We need Help!
"Just go shopping," speaks the Poobah Bush.

Just take this pill but look out for the headache,
the chronic constipation of promises to 
perpetuate your victimization and,
oh yes ...  Praise the Lord...

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In the labyrinth of bone-like thoughts, where the echo of pain ricochets madly,
I desperately seek a prosthesis for my soul, maimed by life and disappointments.
Where is the cosmic workshop that forges spare hearts hidden?
In which distant galaxy are new dreams woven for those with shattered...

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Changing thoughts
were creating chaos in frenzy,
unabashed, following the stricken
prey, to reclaim
the violence of a stalker.

Was there any law of jungle ?
Or rule of law in the midstream
of a formless prosthesis,
gaping void, throwing up
a primordial fear.

Becoming tired of looking at
the wastes around. No mystery
was left in...

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