Best Protoplasm Poems

Call me a humble Knight
who'd dismantle all corruption
in catabolism
watching over you even at night
as our present dark moments
transform through baptism
to what we once enjoyed: The Light!

Shielding you in my structured protoplasm
as I take you all to new heights.
Definitely, I expect criticism
but they should guide our...

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A kangaroo in dungarees hops hopefully 
	To win first prize in the Favs contest hot
		On the heels of an enlightening glow worm

Surely life is no competition but the stage lights
	Reverberates all the promising contenders
		Reincarnation oils the wheels of the jury

Dolly the dolphin jumps high and...

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I ham aghast at increasing unpopularity
witnessed by Donald trump
hence aye aerate thoughts,
how ass nine his banal, demoniacal, fanatical, and hurtful
culling frightening insight,
where portentous Portuguese Man 'o War debacle
doth crowdsource, flickr, and indeed long foster 
plenti full over active imagination
to induce writhing expressions of fear
in direct...

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Were you sitting in your swivel chair feeling fortified and safe,
with all your techno cures hooked up to your data base,
when the cyber system crashed and you realized that
your super hero six pack abs were just so much belly fat?

It was a mocked up protoplasm...

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FROM WHITE HOUSE

I ham aghast at increasing banality, deviltry, ferocity,

   imbecility, liability, obscenity, rapacity, ugly

   offal popularity witnessed by Donald trump

hence aye aerate thoughts, 

   how ass a nine his banal, demoniacal, 

   egomaniacal, fanatical, guttural, and...

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He awakes 
two full hours 
later than usual. 
Well his dreams 
disturbed his sleep 
several times just before dawn 
and he awoke to a safe place 
where everything gradually made sense. 

And the cat came in 
fell asleep on his legs. 

Samuel is grateful to...

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A family photo session at home
Covid19 LockDown from the following day
Wavelets of domestic jubilation
Daffodils beside the sea you may say

From a newspaper made bag she brought out
Handed him the fresh yellow banana
Patches of soot and dirt on the smooth skin
Palm and fingers of the domestic...

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F irst God takes in His hand a ball
A universe
I n protoplasm of mundane cell
T o make it roll in mud
H is voice thunderous


I t humbles all
S ons of me , listen what I say

A universe is rolling

P lead faith as the reason 
O f...

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It began with mind again,
Every word was heard and heard again,
It was the accumulation of honey,
That soothed like pacific depth,
As if a burning pyre was doused with plain cold water,
The peace aligned inner in a perfect gear,
From feeted central gravity to alpha, gamma and beta,
The...

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Still it is possible to have a conscience
 Amidst the conscienceless,
 Then you're on your own
  Good-luck-buddy.

   Avaricious protoplasm spins madly out of control
   Under an aching sky,
    Vapor and dusk.
    But that which...

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Please consider the tone of your voice, I say
For I am not in the mood for ill-considered sarcasm,
For it’s been a while since I heard a jackass bray.

Words can slice through the heart, emotions flay
Send one’s warm feelings into a deep, dark chasm,
Please consider the...

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We walk with the information of 
quasars and the discernment of protoplasm. 
Each day we live and die, each day our tears run dry.
Information is the rubble, the clutter of our civil war.

Reality becomes disposable when fact and 
fevered fiction are made coequals,
when the rampancy...

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Donald Trump must be permanently lambasted...
and ewe know what else...
furloughed & barred from Whitehouse

Ducks of former self proclaimed Grand Poobah
getting lined up and goosed as these words typed
after trumpeting January 6th, 2021
as violent insurrection
Mitch Mcconnell got ribbing.

Poor sign,... I ham going to pisces aghast, where
pigheaded...

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I can’t walk out on this feeling, 
Cigarette burns phantom-project onto
The backs of my hands like leprosy, 
Hackles rise on the nape of my neck, 
Ghostly pliers wrench my fingernails out, 
Dripping protoplasm, blood and skin 
In white china wash basins.
I don’t smoke anymore or...

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The aristocratic Martian delicately kissed her hand
  She blushed, as only an alabaster Venetian can
He ushered into his supersonic cab
  Endearing himself with a superlative gift of gab

Away the two flew to an obscure galaxy
  They dined on poached protoplasm and astral...

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