Best Screed Poems

pioneer esprit de corps front tier brisk.
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diametrically opposing forces miscarriage 
   and abort, cancel and retry to upend Vanity Fair 
   where trump defiantly makes an en...

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Fast as an atomic banshee, he roils sacred halls 
of White House clutches levers with brass balls
American powers remain unrestrained when he calls
Armada to exorcise...

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Protean nucleic processes
  polemic yield
explosive diversification
  punctuated equilibrium
  Stephen J. Gould
  Paleontological hypothesis
  spawning sudden flora and fauna
  competed...

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I knelt amidst the mountain's rise
        beneath the weeping opal skies
       ...

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I wrote a great book, part memoir, part novel
Shopped it around, I ain’t too proud to grovel
Got kicked upstairs to a big publishing head
He invited...

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A gut full of grease is a glutton for greed
A swirling cesspool of sinful man's seed
These men of corruption, a pitiful breed
They trust their own...

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Wisdom murmurs amid paucity of things—
seekers contemplative in cross-legged trance.  
Pondering vaguities pensive meditation brings—
to apprehend with nonchalance of glance. 

While to acolytes, such...

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I knelt amidst the mountain's rise, beneath the weeping opal skies,
      There to measure Io's swoon - the envy of...

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NEANDERTHAL

In times gone by, now recondite,
Neanderthal, erect, upright,
spoke softly, tones so lily-white,
and tried to put the world aright.

He taught us how the flame ignites
that wearing...

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LUST IS AS ILL-CONSIDERED A WEED
  AS EVER STOLE SCENT


Rejected in the main as superstition -
A gadfly, I’m alone upon the weed:
A hot cinquefoil...

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To lie’s always wrong, Kant decreed.
Very few were convinced by his screed,
   Seeing if he’d instead
   Held a gun to their...

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I Do Not Know The Secret...,
Asper Art Of Writing Acclaimed Poem...

Not purposeful intent,
when tasking self (Das Scribe)
a nondescript member of
*****sapiens village people tribe
metaphorical spear...

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DONALD TRUMP – RE: DUCKS --
this portion dashed off
(while dry ving an open white hearse slay
so many months back before
slated him slotted the most coveted
Casino...

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Let us deport-- with skill--
Let us discourse--with care--
Powder exists in Charcoal--
Before it exists in Fire.        
  ...

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