Best Putrescent Poems

I don't need mawkish photographs to see
the drowning rowboat tethered to the dock,
a withered seahorse clinging to debris
as umber water seeps through feeble caulk.

The cord grass will have grown up through the planks
to marry splinters teeming on the pier,
putrescent pillars tilted by the banks;
a pallid...

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Prostrated to such vastness,
unable to speak
I turned away
leaving fear standing
where I had come,
and the immense river entered
into those boundaries I had raised.

I watched the pale colors
wash away and disappear
as the water moved and swelled
and flooded all that was,
then the bells rang
the world awoke
with its insatiable...

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the Medicare, an undeserved fund the patients spend,
which seems extremely excrescent,
must be crushed immediately without any mend. 
No coverage serves them right! Be they gravely ill or convalescent.
In his favor, all the rules the Capitol shall bend,
prosecution immunity, business chance----each prerogative coming on end.
His flagrance...

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Are you one who has danced with the Devil by chance or by choice
Are you quick to obey all the orders of each masters voice
Repeating the lives of our fathers while blinded by faith
Expectant of love and forgiveness forlLifes mistakes we make

We live in a...

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I feel you like a gaping wound,
A great fetid, gangrenous maw
That will never close.
I feel  you eating me alive, 
Your disease,
Penetrating brain and bone
Psyche and soul.
Leaving me twisted, broken 
Decrepit and defiled. 
Your love is vile.
You  whisper promises
To spiders and flies 
Of my...

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Fringed by putrescent dusk
Fingernails dig beneath graveyard wounds
Fostered by lexical warfare
Within the harrowing fiascos of tomorrow
Nothing but bated memories
Braided by skin, coffee, and cigarettes
Branded by concrete whispers...

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Saša Milivojev

WELTSCHMERZ ("WORLD PAIN") - THE PAIN OF THE WORLD



In this century withal
Rivers of blood still flow
Bombs echo
Children are being killed
Heads are being severed
Millions are starving
Diseases are devouring
And you are singing

The gallows are trembling
In the valley of the fallen
In the salty tears
With our putrescent sores
We...

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Debauched, extortionate and inconstant 
was the knavish and foul mercenary?
The perfidious praetorian reprobate
was a venal unscrupulous slug.
Debased in character and depraved in spirit
this purveyor of evil tended to his wicked ways.
Morally spoiled, he was a putrid putrescent 
and an aberration to integrity.
Nefarious and tainted in...

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When we turned eleven
our schooldays turned to memories.
The descent into the clanking dark
commenced as chalk-dust abandoned our nostrils.
Reborn as the men o’ the black seam
when we turned eleven.

I cried myself to sleep at night,
bones stiffened in pain from cramp and cold,
inconsolable in fear of the...

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predicated on verb hose noun sense 
   with brain matter makes me astute
and this union with the trappings 
   of virtual reality tub boot
would be akin to heaven 
   within the domain of this atheist - ole coot

whose purr...

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‘They’ say there is no dress rehearsal in what is called life . . .


Who are they what garments what is heard before and again?

Existence or essence or merely the process of life-long learning?

Does happiness require bad times for the light to shine strongly?



Jean Paul...

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Behold! A land writhing in cold 
prophecies untold, uttered by the foolish and the bold.

Where the darkest of clouds swirl and unfold
to reveal a land ripe with a decay uncontrolled.

Forevermore stained in the wet contorted hues of crimson red
where life continues, if not broken, as...

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Viscid,
      Black,
           Highly spoonable.

Floating,
        Submerged,
                 Gellid pieces.

Flotsam,
...

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Twenty-Twenty
12-28-2019
Miracle man

As I sit contemplating this years ending
I wonder if it quietly fades as a summer sunset,
or gives way, boisterously, to the New Year.

Will Twenty-Twenty bring more of the same
or will we see meaningful change?

The world is embroiled in political unrest,
and political factions snip and...

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Putrescent figs and spoiling fruit,
left in the fridge and long forgotten:
show kindness to that big, mean brute,
or likewise may your day be rotten.

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Another Bagarthach, 8a:9b:8a:9b...

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