Best Punctures Poems

genius?
sometimes you are in its minimal spotted light...sometimes!
other times you just know you've been touched and you freeze,
moved but frozen...like a stranger it moves in, does its work and leaves.

...maybe it's been a while since you two spoke...
when the dead sea still hosted life,
the hanging...

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The intricate and winding complexity of this aged device groans as its worn exterior strains.

Though delicate, it punctures through the malice of fools' logic, gripping onto a vision modestly contained.

Allowing an inner reflection of its grimy vanity, it projects an altered ego for the faint...

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From life to vivaciousness
wood chips will nourish with nutrients' fix.
Ah... whiffs of fresh pine sift as temperature rises,
steam swirling from this pile higher than I.
Should I climb upon it and slide down,
I could drown in the sweet smelling heat.
Woodland bits would grip garments like embellishments,
pokes...

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The bitterness brims and bubbles away

As the heart that once felt love over-spills.

Leaving only burnt ashes left to stay

Betrayal hurts more, as vengeance distills.



As the heart that once felt love over-spills

Venomous asps bite down on softest flesh.

Betrayal hurts more, as vengeance distills

The surface punctures are...

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she had lost the plot long before in an insane labyrinth of her mind

trapped in the rat race of high speed and the volume on full blast

incarcerated shackled and straight jacketed thumb screws and all

contorting denial delusion and psychedelic support to no valid avail

and the...

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sometimes I smile wondering how we were all moulded
With beings calling themselves true worshippers of God 
With this gospel of Christ that was spread by apostles
People led by the Holy Spirit and never loved the world
Thinking deep about this gospel that leads me book of
Psalms...

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when the skin of the structural make up punctures

when blood and tears rupture like a flowing oil well 
on the crest of tidal waves

when the skeleton of human unity shatters worldwide

when our moral void carpets water and land 
covers the whole planet

when the fiber of...

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my heart starts to      f     a      d  ...

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You must take a fat dead man’s corpse
Ideally smooth skin on the back,
Not too rotten, hopefully white,
Then you must take a small device, 
Like a small metal ice cream scoop,
The edges must be razor sharp,
Then begin to scoop perfect holes,
Out of the pale, cold, soft...

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Spirited knights from a long ago age
Were transported to this century
Seeing as they had no foe to engage
They moped around aimlessly

Before their doldrums turned to rage
They sought out a job agency
That would strive to find them a good wage
Due to the knight’s urgency

But the hitch...

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Nothing beseeches more than darkness
The outer rims of the black Earth
Raw refining nothingness in oblivion
Where no-one desired to reside
Without a hatred for life, that which simmers
Like the fire which lives deeply within
And punctures the soul like brimstone
Would a giant, but without the height
It scars, it...

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Comet Punctuation - Haiku

murky water, still
jungle web vegetates silk
comet punctures pond...

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The Magical Epiphany of an Old Rusted Can

whilst out hiking one day in a countryside area
that was quite desolate and remote from any nearby
city, I discovered, amazingly, an Old Rusted Can
that was at least two-liter-sized and was partially-buried
in a long dried-out river bed in the...

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Mist on the park you remind  me of home
My home, an old home, long land of white cloud 
Wistful regret of a lost rolling stone

Blurry strained view of a new weekend’s crowd
Next door to a dream in an awakening tide
Decorum with caffeine but overly...

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The wedding

His feet planted firmly on the floor as out the front of the crowd he waits,
Pangs of nervous anticipation cling to him like iron weights.
Lonely in a crowd, he feels, as he gazes out across the room,
The culmination of a love affair begins to...

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