Best Scissored Poems

Mauve sweetheart of mountains
your petals pulse purple twilight and scatter small stars
amongst scars, whilst wars rage on the world's dark stage
and the stage disintegrates, becomes a mass grave,
scissored by shadow and scythed by sorrow.
Yet graves are amethyst-studded with promises of tomorrow;
lifeless lilac revived by meandering...

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old saw

scissored shades of Betsycoed
taste of yester youth's sweet tones
splashing sound of forest water
kissing shining sacred stones

Dreams of swirling druids dancing
in the faery water's rill
flash reflective thoughts of flight
The dragon tears yet spill

The druid hymn of waiting
for greed to die of want
a constant scream of...

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Wounded Sacred Dementia

My last foster care-provider
and -receiver story
is also a sad story
of my last special needs adoption
of bipolar born,
and oppositionally reared,
alcoholism.

My BiPolar Wounded Child
turned an auspicious five
on the day I first saw her,
and promptly rejected her,
not in dipolar person,
but in a picture of Little Brown...

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Her dreams are scissored 
Her hopes are shattered 
She groans to a deaf world 
Her ears are swamped with words 
She's stuck with the  bed 
While her peers are paging through the future
She is a burden,  oh !!!she is nuisance ..
She sometimes dust...

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These words are woven
With threads of tear
Laced in the needle of anguish.

In truth, I can tell of how it feels
To be pinched by piercing pain.

My soul is scissored
My heart, ripped apart
My mind refuse to mend.
And I am not the only one
Dressed in this pale grief...

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I brooded and pondered upon the matter pensively
A revengeful delight as SATAN'S might burnt to embers 
While damning others lives, the vixen's tongue slithered smoothly   
Her FUTURE plans poisonously clouded our family 

Fire, blood, scissored clothes found their way in horrendously
Had read about...

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        Chiseled bone fibre silences white noise water
        Shiv splits through throat, jugular scissored
        Flung spray fusillade's lain flat slaughter 


   ...

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We harvested so many grapes each day,
Our hands and lips were purpled, stained
The shade of royalty:  kings gone away
To die with queens, till rust remained 
Of each tarnished throne and crumpled gown.
Inside her bed at night she floated far from me,
And like a knight...

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the languid petals of addiction fall in a silent way

drugs to wipe clean the scribbled slate of the mind


adrift and alone on the ocean of the bathroom floor

down on my luck    down on my knees


scissored by shadow and scythed by sorrow

ice-knives stab...

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Imitating the waves,
I try to end the attachment
touching the shores, 
then moving away. 
Search for eternity erases 
the designs. Birth 
and death cling together. 
I let go the passion, 
the deviation of fear. 
There cannot be two lives.

When the illusion meets 
the pain, truth laughs,
I...

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scissored shades of Betsycoed
taste of yester youth's sweet tones
splashing sound of forest water
kissing shining sacred stones

Dreams of swirling druids dancing
in the faery water's rill
flash reflective thoughts in flight
The dragon tears yet spill

The druid plan of waiting
for greed to die of want
a constant stream of tortured...

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Baptism grasps, water channels multiply surface
Scissored scenes lay platters simutaneously
Owl eyed creek spurs my metamorphosis 
Billowing claim is domain of striving trees
 

Frigid inhalation arrests latent vulnerability
Surrendour,  dove's fallen feather alleviates
Split awareness open as oyster delivers me
Vantage announced by intricacies of lace...

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Beneath the moon in perfect rhythm 
The shadows cling and move as one
A paragon of scissored arms and legs
Around the forest until they’re done

The Owls hoot the Larks they sing
A melody to cheer them on
The windswept leaves decor so vast
Dark in the night until they’re...

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Clouds as Heavenly rose bushes
     In the sky
Charcoaled veined branches
     Pushing and piercing
Entangled knotted wooden arms
     Acquiring the sky
Captivating territory
     Pressing into spongy soft
Of early darkness.

Molding their wishes into...

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I aim to live in the here (ahem hair) and now...

despite entrenched familiar
obsessive compulsive disorder behavior
distracting me courtesy
countless what if scenarios,
particularly before undergoing
voluntary drastic makeover
as iterated in a previous poem,
and briefly recounted here
as foregoing Samson personification
now please don't blame Delilah!

Once the decision made
(two weeks ago
September...

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