Best Revoked Poems

Another lost noon, 
engraved as unforgettable 
memoirs within my mind, 
I’m rethinking of rewriting
and rewinding revoked 
reflections of a love rekindled. 
My eager heart
is now...

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The scent of your soul

a caramalized breeze of fruit odours

reverbrating softly through my memory

Throwing me right back in ninth grade 

where we sat side by...

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The scent of your soul
a caramelized breeze of fruit odours
reverberating softly through my memory
Throwing me right back into ninth grade
where we sat side by side
Your...

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The scent of your soul

A caramelised breeze of fruit odours

reverberating  softly through my memory

Throwing me right back in ninth grade

where we sat side by...

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Can one count the pieces of a broken heart? 
Can a flag half staff proudly wave?
Will kites still rise in staccato weather,
or partial freedom be...

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She looked at his face as he raped her
Making sure she remembered all
When it was time to go to court
She watched as the jail sentence...

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My flesh is flush with inadequacy each day
for no purpose pulses inspiration my way.

No motivation shows to validate
	that my energy even palpitates -
I am a...

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THE THREE STOOGES

With their lunatic style of slapstick
These old favourites made their mark
Bangs on head, eye pokes and **** kicks
Were transformed to works of art

But...

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The red bucket in my bathroom 
suddenly one day broke. 
Day by day it deteriorated 
till it was revoked. 
I needed some plastic 
to melt...

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The serpent called her

And as if swans carried her light airy behind
She ran through the cooling blue vines of the garden

Into a jungle that puffed...

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It has become customary for me to have someone laying in my bed ; to keep me warm when my covers can't
I guess its on...

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Crepuscular rays filtered through the trees:
Tall black cypresses around a dark shrine,
Evening grim bells toll as I feel the freeze,
Conscious the tomb covered with rambling...

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A little voice inside keeps saying, “write something different”
Different to what may I ask?
I have surely written about every subject there is to write about
No...

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All immigrants or persons migrating into Australia shall be extended no more courtesy that the average Australian unless unusual circumstances can be justified
 
No financial...

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im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty...

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