Best Serpentines Poems

The ignorant ones claim, 
I'm full of petty problems,
a slave to the darkness,
but if only they had seen 
how I've slaughtered 
malicious demonic sea creatures
that slithered along my spine, 
undisturbed nor provoked.

You are the singing sunrise 
to my sultry sunset,
weaving silver sonnets 
from beige ballads...

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Etheree 10- 12-23
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Waves ~

Waves
Glide in
On white wings,
Fleecy whitecaps
Flutter in rhythmic
Rhapsodies of seafoam
Swell across the naked sands
Hypnotic serpentines slow dance
Surges of rising tides bear spindrift
To sparkle like crystal frost in sunlight
Ebbing billows crescendo in withdrawal
As the shore clings to the waves caress
Tidal pulse bids the shore...

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Tears Of Serious

Two rivers of silver approach you at a time by crying
Taking on water in rain as they serpentine by around black rocks
And other fears that gather up about their banks
One silver moving wall of water is shallow in its depths
Remains nameless all the...

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Gorgeous enormous super moon
With influence stronger then ever
Foamy waves at night will boom
Her pull upon water so clever

Stretching her arms out to caress
Stroking waves into intoxication
Her touch makes the water confess
Of its undying devoted appreciation 

How she loves to tickle shorelines
With her magnetic pull of...

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(written a while back)
 
What a blast…
Nothing lasts…
So, listen up…
I’m drinking sarcasm’s cup

Can’t stand the envy
Can’t stand the anger
Can’t stand the rage
Can’t stand it

Can’t stand the stubbornness 
Can’t stand the hatred
Can’t stand the dread
Can’t stand it

I see sluggardness
I see madness
Eye c…eye c…eye c…
I hate my...

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waterside vigil
buffalo nears water hole
lions crouch low nearby

three-pronged ambuscade
buffalo calf culled from herd
swift pincer attack

quarried prey springs forth
stressed calf serpentines about
lead lion cuts angle

driven toward snare
flanks assaulted from both sides
vise tightened prey clasped...

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Venom of the serpentines
Runs in one’s fleshly blood streams

Deficiency of the spleen
Or blame all on a bad dream

Poisons do twist the mind’s seams 
Illusions of children’s dreams

Images always of schemes
Listen to the children’s dreams

Skip a rope, soap a poor dope
Morality runs down slope

How long must...

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The walls open their eyes just as
the mantises begin to weave
a loving celestial vibe, incensing
the onset of this boundless drive
Not questioning if one will retain
sentience, escaping for a time
confinement within her hive

With machine-like serpentines 
propelling their mega metallic craft
exerting complex magically carved
oaken ores 
opening dimensional gateways
ascending...

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4% mnm
Mountainous syllables can never really tread lightly across a rope bridge. But living in a cabbage house is fantastic fun for many leaves make many rooms and many rooms make much rubbish. Don't trip over the staircases. Nor the bins. Nor the fireplaces. Be...

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The long and short of it is . . . forever

                                  ...

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Plunged to terrain plagued, tasty female options 
Surge of adrenalin pulses choices unsuitable 
Piquant aroma pulls him closer, allure accosting
Sentient favours solacious flower so beautiful

Hurtled descent drops watchful onto hillock haze
Swayed seed laden willow heads have halos
Hedonistic impulse picks silken stems with craze
Seraphim surround a...

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4% mnm
Mountainous syllables can never really tread lightly across a rope bridge. But living in a cabbage house is fantastic fun for many leaves make many rooms and many rooms make much rubbish. Don't trip over the staircases. Nor the bins. Nor the fireplaces. Be...

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Unlike the moon, I can’t change.
His crackle that creams the dark
is ageless, his disposition sort of staining, to some, 
he serpentines, constantly breathing like the sea.
I don’t want to hear his old song
that grows to a piercing shriek
but I can’t let him go.
Drier than an...

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Amongst the brambles of life there exists a sanctuary
both steadfast and silent 
It is only when our days become unbearable that we
go searching for this tranquil inhalant.  
Drifting into ourselves and away from the crowd,
we enter a forestry of peace and grace.  
Here...

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The wind serpentines my hood against my cheek
the embers of my half smoked cig jettison
the greyed darkness in a flurry
brushing the collar and shoulder
to remove the silencing ash
shivering in the winds cold touch
the friction heat of my rubbing
hands offering little respite
and then the kiss of...

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