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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Mind-lashing words steep me deep into your olid casket of rancid oil,
soul, my blistering sore, gangrenous from your slow simmer to break-neck boil.
Pus green rupturing,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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I opened the door to my heart,
so ****ing wide that it hit her ass...
and threw her right back 
into that bastard's arms.
 
I should have...

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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...

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