Best Rictus Poems

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I am disinfected, sanitised from touch and eyes
Do not hold me. I am Bakelite and you smolder
Sat solid, the wall cold against my spine. A back-rest 
To concrete electrocution. 
I am distilled from Suburbia and Bohemian at Brandenberg
Rigid and saturnine. Heavy lidded Lichtenstein moons
And ruby...

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Stair carefully dear into the unknown abyssal void.

Pier was once past and now rotted and rictus, petrified.

Hue manatee threaded ten den and garnet.

Ruby teardrops and crimson Damascus drips droplets,

like a leak key faucet in the dead of night.

Scarlet necklace four by one who did sow...

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cheerless, wretched life
                      failure cycling
                   gaping...

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A PART OF HISTORY

Our failures in cities burn-forget-

Our failures haunt us-biting heels

We choked rictus stun their neon

We are awaiting instructions-but-

His masked beings see us but do not touch us

They can not protect us day by day our failures
Frenzied adjusting the struggles to not overdoing

I see...

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it follows that 
     sharp slivers of time 
warp like wild geese reflected 
     across still water winging 
faces sway'd as wheat seas 
     pitied not by thresher's flail 

rictus hidden in a...

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repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler. 
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric. 
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts. 
refrains retaining remnant redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights.
ruckus ricochets revenant reign. 
ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
rumbustious rapscallions rollick; render ruinous...

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I think of you being a universe away—
it cuts like broken glass, being apart from you
and all alone and without a bright ray
that's you to keep me from growing so blue. 

If I could fly like a bird and appear
at your front door like a...

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The ragged precipice surmounted,
he stands, leaning forward, looking down
into nature's yawning rictus—
pondering flight without wings.

Restlessness in being,
he’s come unhinged in time
whose moments intertwine,
leaving him indifferent to his age.

Neither older than yesterday
nor younger than tomorrow,
life's review passes. Reaching out his arms,
he jumps...and simply floats away....

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PTSD

Like rabbit in the headlight caught
I want to move, i know I ought
But quicksand stuck, I’m petrified 
My body still, arms laid by side
Stretched out on mattress, naked, soaked
From sweat in which my body’s cloaked
My eyes beneath my eyelids twitch 
I feel spell bound, as though bewitched 

For...

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Corny: I haven't used real butter
In years

Only eat this fake crap now the
Colorful plastic tub

Slather it on the baked potatoes 
All you like

Won't hurt you none as a left eye 
Twitched some

His gleaming mouth stretched, 
greasy rictus 

His wife Jo either laughed  
Or sneezed

The...

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Spume and snow on a cold green sea 
wherein phantom fish and spectres creep; 
she lies in fathoms forty three, 
as still as death within the deep.

She slumbers there beneath the waves, 
serene beneath the ocean vast; 
languished in the sailors' graves, 
a memory of...

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The Scuba Diver 

we look down
signal frantically
‘come up’,
though it is already 
too late

he dances wide eyed
with ecstasy
as the nitrogen 
tickles his cells

anemones
cling to the steep
rock walls
fish feed and dawdle
incuriously

we peer through
our tiny windows
into the ink black sea

as he goes 
free wheeling 
down, 
down,
a rictus of...

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A gorgeously dressed “tears” in unknown fears.
How dare you abseil my cheek-beards
in horror of cheers my rictus is smothered to share?
It is clear to glare how bitter your wares are.
 
You declare your flair through my inability to bear
the office rent-fee arrears to slay my business...

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Dr rictus smile hilary jones been on gmb a while; well a long old time anyway'
Had the craic with Rod Humphris writer of the Simon Ellis genre, series
Also landlord of raven pub;  in Bath the city; couldn't really understand Jones clear
Derided Rod with a...

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My eyes stare straight,
fixated on something in the distance, 
humming a song that would send chills,
if you ever got the chance to listen.

A padded cell and a straitjacket,
the doctor giving one of his ‘visits,’
his moans filled the padded room,
as did the sound of flesh slapping...

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