Best Putrefy Poems

Winter’s cold chill cuts through my chin.
Within its bleak and brazen embrace,
My brisk days are turned brief and barren.
They are lengthened into sordid sepulchral insomniac nights.
I slither and slip and am hurled into hibernation.

Once I stood with you immune to wanton winter’s wild whiplash.
You wrapped...

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Let everyone be aware
of this prominent truth :
There is no eternal death,
no one dies forever!
If the body deteriorates,
the flesh of the spirit
it doesn't even putrefy in ground dust,
neither with time!...

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Dressed in my shaggy brown coat
I stand nearly six feet
at my shoulders
and weigh almost a ton
My brethren and I 
once roamed the prairies
in herds of millions
grazing on its grass
which fed and nourished us
for tens of thousands of years

Running at speeds of 
over thirty five miles...

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To the North, South, East, and West...

Geniuses are lost in the jaunty jewels of rakish cads,

The hazard morsel palaver allot odium on idioms...

Rankle virulent mishmash wheeze addle chagrin jives,

Loosing a volley of expletives ordure waft charmed oafs,

Self-iniquity gull maven heresy when blighted wizardry jinxes,

Ticklish cynic...

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On the brown lawn,yellowed leaves putrefy
Temporatures die as daylight hours fly.

American doublet form...

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The blackened sky revives in blue.
Sky’s mess of gray becomes a hue.
The robin chirps to see the dawn,
Now all await what has been gone.

The sphere most bright, a circle smear
Unfolds straight upward, very near
Until the sun appears in sight.
From edge of nothing creeps the light.

But...

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temperatures drop ,daylight hours fly
on the lawn yellow leaves putrefy.

Pampas tinted old gold
bathed in the evening sun-
I siesta in  Fall shadows.

an old orchard wall
russets ready to fall-
pockets bulge with illegal harvest

Fallow deer feed at dawn and dusk,
Treading flat the beechnut husk

dank fog envelops
bonfire night-
the...

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Delusion of Grandeur! I know not
Maybe i'm high,maybe not

But burnin' in me are now the flames
once drenched in mournful tears,
neath the timid soul in fear;
now ready to shine and surge.

I may not be a crowned head
commanding no army, no troops fed
and if i cry halt...

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After serving six long hard years at Methacton State penitentiary...

as mini reunion number 
XLV fast approaches 
Saturday, April 30th, 7:00 pm 
until 10:00 pm
at The Trappe Tavern, 416 West 
Main Street, Trappe, PA 19426
regarding graduating alma mater 
brought to forefront 
of my awareness, 
though yours...

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Over the stubble,carrion crows,mist
blankets the hedge with fading leaves
where berries rot below the bramble.
As darkness slowly descends a heavy
frost whitens the ground,the daises
hang limp and old and the cold kills.
Nature blinks and shrinks.the yellowed
grass sleeps the landscape cloaked in
a shroud.Spiders cluster in weathered
straw,yellow...

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wild flowers jubilate 
        along country roads
           that they prettify;

     yellow radiance here,
        red exuberance there
 ...

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Temperatures fall as daylight hours fly
Upon the lawn yellow leaves putrefy.

American doublet form...

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Revelations about Dad’s infamous midnight lectures...
woke up courtesy therapy

Especially during past session
on May eighth
two thousand twenty one
between the hours of five and
six o'clock post meridiem.

Between three and four score years ago
the following poetic ill winds did blow
yours truly felt like carrion
repurposed courtesy black crow
decimated to...

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Breakup, Internet Style

Your emails are deleted as fast as sent.
On my cell’s contact list, you don’t exist.
I burn your face over and over again
Until only charred memories remain.

You’re on the internet with that other person,
In real time, abusing my emotions.
Then, wanting me back to satisfy...

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Waltzing slow with the wind, wild flowers bloom
             along country roads that they 
                   ...

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