Best Siphoning Poems

What smug pseudomorph 
inhabits my reflection,

adroitly mimicking my 
every manner and expression,

mercilessly mocking me 
with flawless simulation?
 
She is the great pretender;
a master counterfeiter;
a furtive opportunist;
a thieving imitator.
 
She is a soul-sucking demon 
of the gravest degree;
a brazen parasite 
feeding on health and ingeny,

pillaging my...

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now and again
a word 
sneakily obscure
approaches the fog in me
screams its name 
suddenly 
apropos adverbs appear
clearly 
startling 
perplexing 
precarious adjectives
slick little nouns
caught hiding 
beyond babbling brooks
sent to exile
defiling crooks
"pro"fessional nouns
jailed
beneath eight parts of speech
preposition'ed 
pre'fixed...

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A contracted seafarer...concerning no servile rank, 
kept e'er involved watch...away from menial daily tasks top deck,
while steadfast wary of...the diligent taskmaster's whip.

A dawn swift gust...brushes the ship from a rocky pillar, 
duly rallies from rest...aids calamitous bellows from crow's nest,
witnessed by crew...rose an angel disguised...

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The truth was concealed with many branches
Entangled on a trellis of deceit ,
The anger reflecting inked blots on weeds
As I  cruised alone through evening’s approach...
To bid his disguise   hidden like veiled twigs
Crumbling, withering  in this labyrinth
Till  the pretense of fidelity...

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Tenacious ichor tells entire construction
     Divulges puerile battles during idle procedure
     Relic compiling spotlight show seduction 
     Library ivory tower truth siphoning beseecher 

     
    ...

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as midnight strikes
Count Dracula
sweeps across the floor
his piercing onyx eyes
locked on his prey
executes with artful grace
his macabre dance seduction

in one captivating swoop
charming the panting victim
she offers it up
as he sinks his teeth
siphoning  from the porcelain neck
her ruby essence



AP: 3rd place 2020

Posted on October 13,...

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You are tragedy incarnate.
You're the whisper to the sky
That tore the world asunder
And you didn't need to try

Absolute opacity 
at maximum capacity
Fill your mind up endlessly 
With all the never meant to be

Wretched be this parasitic tag along you hide.
That filth you feed is evil,...

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HARVEST TIME
There are no roots to see, not with our eyes,
that stretch from earth, umbilically below;
not even to the sun, to realize,
but there must be a  chord we do not know;

Are we not on a fruit, still ripening?
Perhaps we are the nectar from the...

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******************** "Word Nerds" (like me)... ************
**************Please Have Fun & Read VERY Closely:)*********** 


Now and again
a word
sneakily obscure
approaches the fog in me 
screams its name suddenly 

Apropos adverbs appear
clearly 
startling 
perplexing 
precarious adjectives 
slick little nouns 
caught hiding 
beyond babbling brooks 
sent to exile 
defiling crooks...

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Blind obedience is slavery.
Freedom siphoning governments count on your blind obedience.
I was just doing my job.
It's not my fault I maim and, murder.
My personal ethics and, morals disappear as I am blindly obedient....

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Anxiety can fuel a person with imaginations created from the darkest corners of the mind, overwhelming them with the negativities of the unknown. 
It is in those moments where it’s critical to take a step back and remember to breathe, to exhale the toxics fumes...

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Lines and Lines

I live, I die for lines,
not the nose siphoning
mind blowing 
heart racing kind.

I live, I die
for ink-injected
comely designed lines
the heart fluttering kind.

Kathy Collins...

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HARVEST TIME
There are no roots to see, not with our eyes,
that stretch from earth, umbilically below;
not even to the sun, to realize,
but there must be a  chord we do not know;

Are we not on a fruit, still ripening?
Perhaps we are the nectar from the...

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Batteries Not Included


They sit – idle memories – languishing
crusted filth - a city’s weeping gutters.
Detritus of fast food disposal clings
to scentless bloodied thorns of tear soaked rose,
future maple trees sailing sewer bound,
adrift on a city’s polluted dreams.

Yellow lights a-swirl on oil slickened streets
highlight a scrawny...

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To tell or not to tell
that is the question.
If it is better 
to take up arms 
against tycoons
siphoning blood
from pension funds
or to endure
the wrath of numbers
set on arguing:
To thyself be true
two and two is four
without added 
000,000,000,000
Santa Claus bonuses!
Ignoramus adding fives
subtracting nines
to cover up crimes.
Shredding...

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