Best Protrusions Poems

A light wind gently rocks our sailboat as
breezes begin to pick up on the sun drenched dock. 
Cable wires rap and tap upon the mast as
daylight filters thinly through the clouds. 
Egrets begin to peck around the gangway
foraging for scraps from bugs or grubs. 
Great...

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She slipped into the single’s club, 
where an assortment 
of horny guys and lonely hearts had assembled. 
Some were there hoping to find that "special" someone 
and some had come to chase away the blues,
 tinkling ice in cocktail glasses soon to be refilled. ...

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Thorns about the snow 

Cantilever tombstones
Gathered in a row
Broken bits of someone else’s deed

Weeds are overgrown 
Thorns about the snow
Endless come the struggles as you bleed

Ravens are amassing
High above the trees
Searching for remaining shards of bone

Circling intruders
Cutting through the breeze
Waiting as your sins you now...

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Life and death consequences 
by two choices have recompenses  
omitting natural or spiritual senses
renew the former omit death dispenses 

Death’s protrusion 
has an all inclusion
recompensing illusion 
an Armageddon conclusion

Life has an exclusion
written for purpose of infusion 
of private capital preclusion 
`t is of Love’s...

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In a future that did bleep and blare,
Under a sky full of darkest pollutions,
These zombies have no thoughts to spare.

Faces glued to screens without care,
Lacking energy, making no contributions,
In a future that did bleep and blare.

Minds gone and bodies barely there;
Breaking out into gross contusions,
These...

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Belle of the Balls
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I met a proper woman in a proper pub on a Monday in Peoria. It was noon, time for lunch, and we were sitting stool to stool over very large burgers at a long mahogany bar. It curved in and out as if wind-swept and...

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Once upon this time
I was listening to the Christian Fathers
retell traditional stories
of God's election and predestination.

Predestination
is like being born into royalty,
power,
privileges of humane Earth's regenerative grace.

Election is more democratic.
Selection based on God's vote for mercy,
apparently,
because one of these stories
is God's preferential option for the poor,
meaning...

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Every journey worth its salt has rocky places
Bank to bank filled with frothing white water, 
The economics of avoidance, steering a lean course, 
Avoiding higher peaks that thrill - vouchsafed to others.
Rest days taken during times of lower water
Even portaging some sections altogether, 
Below one...

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There is such a chill.
I’d make use of my flesh
as a heart warmer if only
it hadn’t withered to naught.
Bone protrusions meddle with
the rags of skin that remain
to drape about them.
I feel shame board off
the windows peering into
my mind.
What does one do with their rejected help?
Where...

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“Four dollars a shot,” 
marched from the bartender’s mouth - 
each syllable carried the clanks
of Herbie’s Rhodes – jutting like 
glacier crags in swells of desert-base. 
They carried the smoke curling like 
a silver chain draped around a neck,
and the bulges of slurred blurbs.

The words...

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Tis’ my abstract notions, which cause the commotion’s,
polluting your impure thoughts with my truthful potions,
concocted from truthful explosions, lassoed by mind energy protrusions,
upon the ignorant lay the confusions, as it shatters their illusions.
As hearts are striped of clutter, and laid bare,
karmic debts in the black,...

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Time disorder is common in a concert meant for those who rush
one organized by adrenaline and moderated by passion
a boomerang transaction, where the receiver and giver are the same
in a speedy interplay, faster than lightening and confusing to the clock,
a deal where the expense is...

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As this world is not my home,
Into the paranormal I often roam,
Into the center of my being,
In a Godly way I’m seeing,
That there are many things of mind,
Worth absolutely not the time!

Illusions of the mind’s protrusions,
Leads a soul to false conclusions.
As top a spinning has...

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Even in expensive suit
a monster cannot be glamorous.
A young lady full of life and purpose
is blind to the script she had never read.
She's charmed by his scent, sense of adventure and boldness
but to fall victim of her bright colours, turning dirty.
Her age and experience both...

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