Best Rupturing Poems

Within each heave grows mild a tender sight
That follows your beat through the hem of night
Where I become a whisper of moon’s delight
To cuddle each sigh and bestow warm rest...
From pricked hours, from low days that arrest
A  loss of serenity far from grace
My breath...

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" . . . madness . . .  retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet's brain."

Michael Drayton (1563-1631) 


a writer of poems must be quite mind fractured-
we brainstorm the abyss of our thoughts
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Everyone at one time or the other have had a good time.
The world is round, the sun will rise, and all think things are fine.
For some of us in America that pretty much is true,
Are we really having a good time? When are we going...

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waking up from my sleep, I was all confused.
I heard a boom as that of thunder,
or the sound of a hammer striking on the anvil.
trying to be up, I felt as shaky as a fawn, 
getting up for the first time on its stiff unfolding...

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Speak to me my desire 
where your hillsides come alive 
wrap your legs around the beauty 
riding long where blueberry thrive 
  
drift down within starlight's fire 
flushed against an alabaster sky 
  
rage, rage   
bed these trepidations 
rupturing through valiant vapors   
once...

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With tilted head and smiling eye's
you softly whisper,what's on your mind
seductive form's begin to take shape
as i'm slowly led to your lover's lake
engulfed,but not drowning
fully aware of my surrounding's
we somehow remain in complete control
as rupturing sense's are hard to hold
only to take flight,through a maze...

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Cool; green; heat; dry; brown; dust . . .
The wind blows
enticing moisture from the dirt.

Forming quiet earth quakes
that sneak along rupturing the soil.

A small weed muscles the crack larger;
hiding in its shade,
making earth powder as it drinks the last dew.

It peeks up to bathe in...

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the silence almost too heavy for my woozy body.
outside, kissing a cigarette, "goodnight",
i scuffled through the neighborhood. it was so quiet.
once i stopped moving, stopped thinking, stopped feeling...
i noticed the loudest noise.
climbing through my ears, rupturing the drums.
the creeking of my bones stopped for just...

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O!  Afterthought, Thou art a stern Taskmaster!
Thy Glare’s as gentle, as is Sun on Snow!
O!  Heart!  Would She have stayed, if I had asked her?

Admittedly, there’s no grimmer disaster,
Than sudden fury rupturing House and Row!
O!  Afterthought, Thou art a stern Taskmaster!

Amid...

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I suppose there are no new problems in the world to be exterminated,
well, I mean, of course there are as many new problems
as there are creatures having a new day today,
but I mean I suppose there are no absolutely unprecedented types of power-struggles about comparative...

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How many more times
at deaths door ???

From the abortionist hook, I did escape.
Escape from, seems to have become my fate.

Death, around my body fell.
Grandfather, pulled me from the well.

Fell through the basement, trap door.
Straight down to the basement floor.

Landing on my two year old head.
Still...

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What's all this fuss about 
Haven't I furnished all your dreams 
Wildest and the untouched ones 
You Cantankerous bullheaded moron .
Your  beastly charm woos me so much
So that I completely asphyxiate myself 
Bent on obeying all errands .

You cry rupturing my passion loaded heart...

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The Sound of Colours
http://gregoryswisdom.blogspot.com.au/2015/07/the-sound-of-colours.html

Red sounds like blood dripping out through some severed artery,
Bursting out in a gush from a severed head, or limb, spluttery.
Or the hot breath of passion in the pulsing darkness, whispery.

Orange is citrus fruit bursting, splattered on the hard ground,
Or the song...

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MultiCultural Teaching and Listening

All major educational challenges,
for both consumers and producers of communication,
call for best outside/inside compassion practices
rooted in cooperative awareness of nutritional flow patterns,
contrasted against toxic stagnation entropy, apathy,
and flowering as WinEgo/WinEco-health values.

For example,
racism and sexism and ageism and narcissism's generic anthro-centrism,
from back when...

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Betrayed

You stand still like monuments
As umoved and unshakable as a grave
You utter words of unfathomable promise
Your stare bores into me
Drilling into my soul, piercing my heart
But your lips curve into a snide smile
That mocks and jeers me.

Fear envelopes me
My heart, I felt it twist
My knees...

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