Best Pulped Poems

October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home
through an autumn-burnished churchyard -
copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone -
a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm,
college folder square-sturdy in my hand.
In the moment. In the last pale pulse of sun.

Hey, can you tell me...?
I halt. I turn...

Cold earth. Colder blade dimpling...

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Sensations mounting whirling heights

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Sensations mounting whirling heights

To close my ardent joyful eyes

And feed upon her peach delight ~

Nectars promise, of pulped divine....

Distill these drops extracting time

Upon my twirling tongues design

Melting, inside her fruitful vine ~

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...."Harvest Love's, Sweet Sublime" *...

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The ink of storms wreaks havoc on the unturned page.
Pulped filaments flop face-lessly before eyes once warm, yet frigid cold.

Daring not to expect much to read or write,
I stare blankly from the aughts of night. 

Stars are but memories from books,
Overshadowed by polluted distances, smudged...

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Our Sid felt well-jaded 
his sweat, it cascaded 
he feared the end was well-nigh 
his head was a-pounding 
a hush ultra-sounding 
he all but stared death in the eye 

Steadily declining 
whinging and whining 
to the good wife, who had a short thread 
she saw...

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A clatter of human hooves
drums on through an after- dawn marketplace…
the wide tunnel of  mouths
reel from the splintered chorus
of jangled tunes bargaining and rattling
papaya, arabica and sushi roll orders: a fiesta 
of succulent aroma whisks mid-air,
talkative faces sampling  potent crops
on weaved baskets ,...

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I  hover long and wide
 tracing the half-sunk calligraphy
of my own hands on scrolls
bending and spilling words
to shape a raw,  poetic voice...
yet the gaps between dawn 
and twilight are narrow, more
narrow than all the twigs i held 
beneath my coughing thoughts.
 
No, i...

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Moaning gently her splendours opening wide
The grove of our joy and heavenly melodies 
Sweetened rhapsody her ripened rising...
Melting their flavours flowing into my heart 
Her love my love caressing her breast arching
Thighs she cries my keepers name climbing
Towards the sky velvet bows these, ecstasies 
Rapturous...

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I hear their idle chatter and wish that sound was optional.
A box checked in a menu, a simple click and forget.

The rapid dilation of my pupils brings me back.
Back to hypnotic aisles of temptation and necessity. A selection of the finest they say.

Right there see,...

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PATIENCE

There she stands alone
All seasons she’s been there.

The rain doused her beauty
The sun pulped her caput
Harmattan shroud her wit
And circadian ambiance
Robbed her Regard.

Her espoused lovers all gone
To the harlot Desperation.
Only silence heaved in her heart
A burden like Aso rock.

Yet she strive
On and on for fulfillment….
And...

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Staggered by the virus burning through the city veins,
Stop motion, speeded up, the slam of distant trains,
Rattled through the concrete as forgotten people die,
Howling jets of power chords go crashing through the sky.
The cardboard jungle stretches out along the seamy streets,
Where grimy flesh of down...

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The Faller 
He stands at the edge of a tall mountain looking down the sheer drop. 
Seconds pass. 
The man jumps! 
Nothing stops his fall. 
Rocks smash his frail limbs like matchsticks. 
End over end till he finally hits the valley floor 2,800ft below, 
his...

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The world of recycling is here to stay
You cannot dispose of your garbage today
All is recycled and all is made fresh
Paper is pulped and reused by the press
Metal is molten, turned into hot juice
Re-manufactured and given new use
Wood is recycled and this keeps the trees
For...

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Fealty's door was satin stained
Durable wood pulped from reliable strain
With blithe trim and decadent frills overlain
Lofty mantle Love's precedence to ordain
Interior with taut, strong fibers ingrain
Golden chain to seal our matrimonial domain

O'er time, your jaundiced mind did abstain
The frilly vows from the lacquered surface drain
The...

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