Best Scantly Poems

(based on Aldous Huxley's book "Brave New World")

Human hatchery

Clink clink clink clink...
Test tubes prattling past
along the chrome plated production line.
Glistening under fake fluorescence
humming in harmony
with the magnetic motors
of conveyors, centrifuges and camshafts.
Biological blobs of gamete goo,
vials of vile biology,
a tempest of sperm and ova,
neatly confined...

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She is scantly dressed as she twirls and dances
she dances on a raised platform with eyes staring
Her clients mostly male partaking lagers and beers
Her job involves dancing and teasing these clients
In her eyes lies a dazed look like shes high on drugs

She told her mama...

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Staring at the Universe a speck of decaying dust, roaming like restless rust
A sovereign statue underrated & unjust, searching solitudes of trust
With a mirage of mirrors in my view, steering my soul to scantly skew
Meticulously moving quizzically on cue, banished beneath the blue

We are Nomads...

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STONE - MADEMOISELLE L'VAMPYRE
From out of all the darkest nights we've ever known
her heart as black as all the sins that man has shown
she came in scantly fitted laced atire
abreathing smoke, her body hot as fire,
and on the backstreets, she could make her way alone.

She...

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Since the beginning it has been here.........
When we get up,weather its at the crack of dawn or before the roster crows its ahead of us.
We look to see it but it somehow evades our view.
Mere predictions are captured momentarally on precision pieces,which too are subject...

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“Scantly-published in life, JD Salinger is set to become prolific in death”. 

This is Tuesday
and a day of short poems.
Salinger spoke to me
and said that it is better
to not be so prolific.

He should know,
having set the pace,
and attained a measured glory
with a certain story....

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She lays sprawled out on my bed, scantly clothed
What she does wear is very revealing
There’s not a part of her that can be loathed
I loved looking at her, surely seeing

What she does wear is very revealing
She lays in a provocative manner
I loved looking at her,...

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America Gentleman II
	

His long stripped Hat is a storey thing
Yet his head scantly fills it to the brim
His Brain being below the first floor
Floats in the scar sprinkled Skyscraper 
Vaunted as “Most Sublime!”

His Coat flows so long and so bright
A frayed notorious Cat O’ Nine...

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Were you an airborne fire-fly
Exuding sparkle through its skin...
Mesmerising our keen eye
With daze would not be a sin.

Then, it would be sin to blink
Colour captivating fascination...
Yet, colour cannot stop us to think
And then lead our imagination.

Would your brain scantly bury
In the thin layer of your...

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Whisper this in your baby's ear
science poses little fear.
Though still primitive and childlike,
it finds first tracks on which to strike.

Billions spent on science research
scantly more than a stumbling lurch.
Bright babies will topple toy towers
as Mom picks pieces up and glowers.

Twisted forces tempt to abuse
having doubts,...

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Time To Cook the Rolls 

“Honey, turn on the oven to 350; the movie is starting!”

Soupy Sales is kicking back with June Taylor at Studio 50.
He is flirting with her leggy dancers as they feed 
A sniveling White Fang burnt popcorn and frankfurters,
From a very...

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Do you want to experience?
…the life of the writer
Who doesn’t really understand
Life continually moving to the right
Sideways emotional breakdowns
Dawning of a lunar sunrise on Tuesday
Knights wearing their protective masculinity
Mustached feelings of upper lips
Lemon butter granules of hope
While the working man suffers
Whimsical thought patterns of light
Illuminate...

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All life, he wanted to know himself
like a sea, which drowns itself
in the boat.

In your own turf, time had beaten 
you again and again. Still you will 
not become a fodder, 
on the dirt ramp.

Many things you did not say for
the sake of a pause...

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Summer in the Park


Under the sky the lovers know. 
Long gone the cold of winters snow. 
The children’s laughter is so gay. 
In the sun they sing and play. 

On a summer breeze, the flowers blow. 
Beneath the sun they spread and grow. 
And in...

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