Best Rimming Poems

Life is not as sweet as a bowl of golden glace cherries,
nor is there a golden illuminated future for a fruitless mind.
Trembling hands and gritted teeth disguise my disorderly brain, 
feeling lost in the mist, 
surrounded by drowned out voices.

Deceptive chanting charms plant everyday confusion,
with...

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The Carpenters in their time were defining,
Offered their fans so much more than more,
Uncanny that the words of this song keep returning,
For the brave Ukrainians, a heartfelt encore.

Why does the sun go on shining,
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don't they know it's the end...

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Tranquil twilight tuned in a mellifluous brevity,
Silver stars appeared, twinkling, forming constellations bright,
And nightingales sang to honour our memorable night,
As we lay serene. the fine sand willing our destiny.

Blessed indeed were we to find such a peaceful sandy cove
I looked into her eyes and saw...

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A closet hangs with ideas from Facebook posts past.
Tags still hang from pretty purchases, 
nobody tagged in posts never made.
I sigh as I struggle in arms and poke through my big head.
The hourglass that has flippantly flipped
two hundred and eighty nine thousand times 
has not...

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distant citadel
bright lamp gilds destination
shadows rimming flanks...

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this twinning set,
of urchin's smile reflected,
by stale fathers turned to murk,
knapping flint saturated by eons,
gripped saltwise in bitter steel neglected,
     high voices cry "banal!" and flow red tears,
     weeping while maxims roar,
     at...

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The Distance Between

Far to the east, pale moonlight
Admonishes thoughts yet to be born
To the west, where yesterday is spry
The lighthouse awaits
Her flare quenched by Nature’s cry

Hag-ridden planks of an ancient pier
Weathered and grayer than what lies on top
Scarred scent-laden green
Sway with the rhythm of the...

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Selsey, a glistening jewel by the sea speak to me!
Tell me of the treasures, buried in your beaches
talk of the fishing boats, bolstered by the sea.
Whisper of the stony multitude rimming your waters


wail fruitless against the incessant wind
at all the lost fisherfolk picked from life's...

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Serrated swathes of overwhelming savage gusts without compassion,
directionless dilatory daydreamer that  I am  ostensibly vulnerable,
to the serendipitous intrusion at a wispy sapphire cloud flaccid noon,
the minimal load  burdensome midpoint idle tranquil saunter,
meteorological forecasts  couched in plausible  penetrating atmospheric vocabulary, 
nebulous...

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Lampooning as an Angel of Mercy,
You'll find me near the bottom of the apple sauce jar.
This is not a sad tale, this is simple decomposition.
I am aware of the Jesus in me.
And you are too to some degree.

To some degree.
Come to think of it, you...

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I remember your hands 

and their journeys,

firm and sure

they planed my hips,

and smoothed thighs

to abandonment 

 

you touched my eyes

asleep,

as if you could see 

the visions of want

in my dream,

rimming my lips of the taste

lingering from my last meal, 

(sometimes you)

 

your hands haunt me

like...

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not revving
but remming
her skateboard
rimming railsliding
catching some air
before the extension
she tucked kneed wanting
trick transition tweak topsheet
i tail grab switch tools stoked stall
i no comply nose grind i'm mongo
manual local lipslide k-grind on 
an impossible invert Indy 
grab then hip heel flip
method pump pulls
flick trick flip front
gnarly...

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Lays in ambush like a gust of holy winds,
Drooping every stripes of emotion over the stream of hope:
When love is routed on the bases of soul, its flame becomes unquenchable 
And such cybernetic mechanism that often dictates the path to true love,
Would make us united...

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I'm convinced that if we can't be civil, we must separate.
The differences are becoming too great.
The privileged and the entitled
feeding on the exceptions to the rule.
Plucking out the worst of our races
the rotten grapes of our society.
displayed in a crystal clear bowl
for all the world...

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