Best Residuals Poems

Naiveté wraps the child
until the chills slowly
begin to snuggle in,
smothering the illusions leaving
the residuals of sickness
and disappointment
that is man.

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Contest: Fallen
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Entrant: Rob Carmack
Written: 11.29.15
Word Count: 25

My person was the entire human race.  As a child, I viewed adults as ethically advanced and emotionally...

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Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees

Bulimic Barbies browse media monkey banalities

Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios

Dopamine dreams delineate check cash desires

Echo endophfins eulogize bullet brain excrement

Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivolities

Gonadal grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities

Helical hemorrhoids hinder senior stricken hemocraps

Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate postpartum...

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Allow me a moment to deconstruct,,
Every wall characteristically set up.
And all the fabricated stories from corrupt
Individuals; Residuals of a past, 
I broke through and shattered like sugar-glass. 

Let me tell you; I'm not invincible. 
My personality is not intrinsical. 
My body nor mind isn't irresistible....

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Dragon wants in the movies. Honestly! He's a great actor! Just look at him!
Doesn’t he look so sweet and innocent... See! Told you he’s a great actor!
No one in the whole wide world has a bigger heart, that continues to swell.
Yeah, his chest does too....

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Atmospheres of the weary tears that flow through the river Styx
Bonded by the watchful eye for Hades is in the molten mix

Cerberus is in his bliss as he watch’s the grotesque gates of hell
Death becomes as it nocturnally numbs the souls underneath its spell

Eurynomos watching...

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I could write about the white man and everything he’s done

or I could write about the black man

and all the victories he’s won

I could write about a person of every stereotype

but thats just a hype

and judgings not right

I could write about racism

and all the civil...

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So, so lyrical,
yet logical,
it's certainly atypical;
and not proverbial, 

but integral
and oh, most controversial!
But is it topical,
optical,

even for the intellectual
to see the actual
pragmatical
to its theoretical?

So casual, gradual, 
and implausible,
it’s almost incomprehensible
were it not for the owner’s manual.

It, too, appears eternal,—
not temporal.
Never mind paradoxical.
Damn! it’s infernal...

Alas, it'll...

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Stand there tall beautiful orchard
Your green 
shine to dilate my visions
I have seen you wilt at your worst
And I have seen you ride the tide to flourish

O flourish. Wet my tongue in season
And bank my life's residuals
I share you with the ones that rent a...

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innovation? that's easy
take a genenorater attatach it to a rope
connected to a down hill skier
and let him go through a planed down hill slope
and that's energy.
repete over and over again for a substancial amount of energy
for the winter months. contact me for the residuals....

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Had to move back to the city
 the suburbans too sidity  
had me and my feelings and I couldn't even feel it
Got hit with a brick and didn't fidget 
Hard knocks knock sense in ya or knock ya senseless 
My strength is 
within ...

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midsummer midnightand sweet dreams
orchestra of crickets
    a steady snore
blades spinning overhead
     moon tapping the blinds
midsummer              midnight
eyes darting back & forth
     ...

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Amidst the Barbaric heathen hordes
Mordacious majesty’s scrofulous swords
Corroding cathedrals in the morning mist
Rampageous residuals that we must resist

In the valleys of darkness, my soul savors still
For the bloodstained moon begins her spill
The ruffled red rains down upon the tombstones
As the Kings and Queens sit upon...

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Spiritualist -Signs of Souls


Fragmenting eyes of sorrow of baneful tears that demons burrow
Stealing Cupids arrow and the elusive songs of the morning sparrow
Encroaching black mass revels jubilantly to break the mirror's glass
Within the barbarous brass lies dormant their venomous ghostly gas
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Dancing amidst rambunctious rituals flaunting...

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I've heard about non-violent communication
but wasn't deeply listening.
It didn't seem to have much of a plot,
a lack of creative tension,
drawing my full survivalist attention.

So this is probably all wrong
that I'm not owning my conspiring dissonant feelings
and hungry needs
to eradicate conspiracy theories
that we are, and should,...

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Laverne and Shirley
their fame in the main had come early
retiring at twenty
they had thought their residuals would have been plenty....

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