Best Purulent Poems

The Man casts a shadow purulent with stealth
    Having seen his apportion of nebulous days.
In fear of himself... too long on the shelf
    And a vague memory of far better days.
He then lowers his head.
Overcome with a feeling of...

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‘Turn swords into ploughshares and nightmares to dreams’
		
                I have not one plough and no shares in the market

		Insomnia has taken over my nights the rest is illusion

		Ambitions are exhausted...

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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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the tattoo on her eyebrow frowned

at the sight of yesteryear’s cutlass

the well-rounded blade had become

blunt dull and worn down from overuse 

and yet straight to the point of salvation


the pain cut unceremoniously deep

like a double-edged sword that

protracted the kill in anticipation

of slicing from a lacerated...

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Tim had entered the state of a corpse while
the chorus assaulting his purulent soul festered
Callouses on his corpus callosum pretended
there was no connection just chaos exhumed

Corpuscles splattered astray ice in his vessels
in the same vein of demise as so often before
He stood at the pons...

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She gazed at the looking glass, but the mirror refused to grant her a preview of what might happen, a clear picture of where she had been and if she existed at all, the spectre of the moment seemed to be disguised from inspection. Coming...

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I Cracked The Cream Cheese Through Your Whine

Wining And Dining    we savoured together and we still share five beautiful children sweet 
                 as ‘sugar iced cinnamon...

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Freya was not quite sure whether she dreamt or floated in a bubble of hope

Her anchor cut loose the compass’ needle bent and stuck in past of beyond

A mouldy flare with no flair a life vest punctured and riddled with sea weed


She felt like a...

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Dream-Blisters
         by Odin Roark

“…Like the glow of star-dispelling lights
rising, 
saturating air
from 5th Ave
to Trump Towers,
to the Bronx,
atop the bridges glinting brazen shouts.

“Hurt and pain guised as success,
a purulent throb of discharge,
woulda
coulda
shoulda
now, 
like always,
decorative wounds,
cover-ups
flung high over and...

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Mind The Mines

Deep in the pits he digs with no miner’s lamp in hand to lighten the grime
                     ‘alight’ whisper diminishing grips from the edge...

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It’s not just Jesus who rose into grace with scars from nails and the cross

Trees grow new branches from knots like wounded soul’s blemish’s scars

A rainforest’s undergrowth thrives in the mist of weeping from heaven

Ebony needs ivory for harmony preferably with tusks attached to the...

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showering in the virgin rain
apparent angles of discrimination
perfectionist is a neurotic
she was dancing shamanically
wild rejoicing in the
birth of a wild 
mushroom
purulent phlegm is a tonic too
supernumerary bands of light
no one is perfect
nothing is perfect
it is disease
she was sleeping now
at the shore of peace

10.39 am
july 19...

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“Never forget 
everything Hitler did 
in Germany was legal.”
- Martin Luther King, Jr.

drop by drop lady liberty bleeds
red on white and blue
common sense vexatious 
verboten spins askew 

“We can and we must 
write in the language 
which sows among the masses 
hate revulsion scorn and...

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it is dark in my soul and yet
obscurity is piercing like a laser beam
an eerie cacophony endures
the silent screams of a sledge hammer

pounding destruction and oblivion
display bizarre connections
lost in time space and emotion

gloom mingles with a wicked shadow
a corrupted vice proves second worst
for the latter...

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'The storms are raging on the rollin' sea, and on the highway of regret'


It was surfers' paradise weather but he had only captured a dinghy

Made from lost dreams and drift wood collected in seasons of love

No shoreline in sight he set a flatulent sail on...

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