Best Scavenges Poems

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Gritted and dusty
Powered by flack jacket eyes
Bootsteps through grey puddles
Flotilla of cigarette butts
Trash kicked aside
In a desert of litter
Seeking the soulless of death
Chattering on split lips
The grimy irk of air
Festoons the rink and...

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An expanse of pregnant clouds gather 
I hesitate mid-step in petrichor air
anticipating a breakthrough, a rumble 
the rain.

A lone desert tortoise roots for water
as he subsists on tiny droplets
he hunts for pearls of condensation
collecting on sparse foliage 
scarce puddles of liquid gold
that form in the...

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Bring all your revenges to the table
Sit them down and serve them well
Crystal cut glass, French Champagne
And listen to the stories that they will tell

Place guilt across from regret
Whilst heartbreak and sin reacquaint
Thoughts starched up cotton napkins
Dine with both the sinner and the saint

Lies like...

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Outside Jesus Town 

Old man dusted off his hat and whiskers
Polished off a tumbler of red wine
Continued baking in the California sun
Outside the town of Jesus, just east of it, before the mines
There to finish his raw sculpture of a sandy rusted man
Bent over, sitting...

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~ (~) ~ By design this poem is interchangeable within-and-with-itself either 
way being or which ever Nonet you chose to read firsts, they always recycle 
themselves. ~ (~) ~ 

~ (~) ~ This poem can be read as well, from their final line on up...

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A sleeping beast 
Or winged messenger from God 
Lays its quicksand of the truth
And I am spat like a petal from some nameless bloody heart
A constant question of the proof

I scratch in complacent deals
With my fellow’s skin and drone predators
While living in the fields
A cauldron...

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[Psalm of obsession]

Sleep with the remembrance of Death, and rise with the thought that you will not 
live long. - Dwais El-Qarni

He huffs and puffs
impatiently,
anxious at seizing
a moment unknown
of mercy
He scavenges on me breath
in every nook
He fossicks after me soul
in every cranny - as
He pounds...

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Used to be the Mafia.
Glory to shameful violence.
Off balanced dodgers,
No reconciliation, by Story.
Oh, thank Jesus.
Oh, Thyatira
As time now diminishes?

Now urban dump sites,
Steps into focus.
I can't bare to mention.
Oh, Laodicea.
The place or time, it scavenges.
An untouchable and lofty perch.
Oh, Jesus, Who were the pharisees,
At your contention?
Why...

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Predetermination of Lovers

Proactive on the lips of such sensual passions
Scavenges through follicles design
To written archangels of expression

Such are the hungry beats and pulses that evolve
In contemplation
Of Amours encounter with her skin

Countenance and coveted demonstrative 
Spills a wet lust fervent
Fever pitched by the wisp succulence 

Clamorous...

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She's a mom from a poor family.
Everyday striving in a sidewalks.
No shelter,no roof to shed.
Her life is devastated.
No food ,she scavenges day by day.
She got pregnant,a man didn't stay.
Until one morning has came.
She'd delivered her son in a banquette.
She feeds baby on her breast,
So poor,...

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He is a porcupine 
Armed with lethal quills 
You massage his butts 
Butts from which comes atomic bomb 
He fumes and shoots himself 
Apparently a terrorist attack

He is a wild domestic bird 
With a spiky beak that pecks not on faded pupils 
Eyes of a...

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Poverty.
Hardship and suffering
all behind society's eyes
raised by the ghetto
slums cracked lights out
scavenges for life
its gone. 
The same face in all places
no father figures
can't support, gone
moms fiend for crack
the silent killer
hard to take, reality hurts
the youngest
nothing lives within him
unloved, felt like a colorless weed
wants to develop
a...

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The cold man,
the starving youth
walks the destroyed roads.
Through the fields of corpses
he scavenges the water
while wishing to fill
the withering cave inside.

The warm soul, 
the hiding one,
moving through the solemn life.
Denying those who taunt her
she lives a troubled life
and all she really wants it to
tell the...

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The beast roams and scavenges
Searching for a carcass to feed upon
Sadly, he is well fed on souls that have no care
Filling his pit of a gut
Licking our wishes from his chops
His stomach rumbles with unsettled dreams
His breath a stench of hopeless rot
“What is this unspeakable...

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A hero that fights with swords forged for battles
Swords forged by a blacksmither called Eris
Swords which were handed to Jeffrey
A warrior known for his victories in battles

Battles which were fought with glory.
Souls which went straight to its glory.
A hero cannot control his dentiny
Its destiny which...

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