Best Sans Poems

Sometimes ... there is no reason
     for morning tears.

Distracted me
     tangled in the debris
     of a raging sea.
So very small
the moment
     meant
nothing at all.

And what of that day ....
dismade...

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somewhere
red poppies
                   grow
fertilised
              by blood
         ...

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Sans ego, who are we

“All that is, is God-consciousness ~
Dance divine, in sheer playfulness “

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Presupposing separation from God,
we thus eclipse the light by our own hand,
playing mind games until heart’s lust has thawed,
whereupon soul’s freed, right here where we stand.

We’re here on earth, to imbibe...

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Normality is what I seek  but the
world revolves in its sans-serendipity. 
So many extra days thrown in, you see
the world on its own course, no one takes pity.

I enter boredom in another world.
I’m not in control of anything real.
But the the dog warms up...

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Thoughts froth, crest, and merge through ocean’s 
indiscriminate wandering, no recognizable
beginning or end like smoke on the wind, 
melding, melting, fusing coalescing.

Reality a fragile grasp held on 
a two-dimensional canvas once white, 
clean, stretching taunt, taunt as the 
implausible reality of our existence-
existence standing, stranding,...

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           touch

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In sang-froid, sass cords:
Sangoma dashes siren,
Thunder crashes trunk;
Sarky banters with lippy.
Spim for Santa maidenhead....

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Subtitled: A Quiz Sic Hull Emotionally Test Ting Senior Event
 
Valedictorian treads across makeshift platform 
   i.e. most likely auditorium stage
marked by pronounced hushed audience, 
   who exude a collective sigh lent sage
laden tour de force vis a vis inhaling, notating,...

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How quick capitalone two-step flickr ring imperceptibly, 
   kneaded asper byte
sized LivingSocial ties, linkedin and massaged viz MineCraft flight
of fancy outlook with plenti full confidence, faith, 
   and inherent lettered oblations height
ten ing to serve snapchatting amidst soundcloud, 
  ...

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If you ever can dance
En français s’il vous plaît
Avec les enfants
Get in on, let the walls fall along

See all the colors
See all the little ones
Writing love notes on the elder’s wall
Peace no longer can you forestall

Je marche dans mes rêves
I cry for all the dying...

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Like a fish out of the water

you caught me by surprise

and

my mind a continual motion machine

perpetuates my nervousness

and endorphins

push through my veins like

an excitatory Water Park.

Initially when I began to speak to you it was  like going going down the waterslide with
the 50 foot...

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the following quite quirky epistle may not exhibit the ordinary characteristics of poetry, but i decided to share this self made challenge (where every word begins with the letter "S" - no explanation can be offered why such self cerebral torture imposed, nor what motivated...

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LOVE AND SEX LIGHT POETRY READ SANS FEAR




love is a book
sex is sport
sex is choice
Love is luck
Love is notion, theorem
love is melodrama
sex is cinema
Sex is imagination, fantasy
love is prose
sex is poetry
Love makes us
 pathetic
Sex makes us 
 as if we were 
epileptics...
 Love is christian
sex...

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Funeral Cortege Sans Protocol

The autumnal equinox period 
Spells time for worship, pilgrimages
Rituals and a pandemonium
Of festivities and gay hyperactivities

The elephant godhead idol
Over decked, anointed
With all fervour is immersed 
In its watery bed amidst chantings
Its worshipped form 
Turns to formlessness

The formless deities rise at dawn 
Bleating...

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Limerick crochetés: Once a band of non-hearing sans abri*

Once a band of non-hearing sans abri*
Camped on the banks of a highway free
Full score years stopped traffic
Begged at lights electric
Police scrapped their dear home sans country

Held on to rubbish rolls quilts rags these gents
While township lords...

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