Best Slights Poems

I SHUDDER TO  THINK 

I  shudder to think about the way 
Some  vegetables are  abused every day -
With physical  and psychological  slights
In gross violation of their vegetable rights.

Handicapped vegetables  have no chance to fight back
Like eyeless potatoes ...

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"Cocoon"

They say...
a New World 
traces over the old,
leaving the unaware,
erased, far behind 

the old unaware, 
left far behind,
crawls the walls
in its web of lies
spinning suspect 
strings of silk 
in the air

glistening diamond nets
slick and sticky with the sense 
of capturing a life 
drowning in teardrops
that...

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UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN   A parent's lament

Children
   	with Wings
    	and Talons
Pounce on the fleetest of hearts
 their
 
Memories	

Soar        
              ...

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When conflicts raise its ugly head real soon, 
our nations won’t inevitably swoon;
a time that real détente and peace attune.	
Some people still record the slights most ever stored.
Thus escalate discord, their armies can’t be bored.	
But bearing painful past in mind, endowed
ensuing loss with angst, so...

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Poetry is tangerine and other potent or poisonous colors.
It is the breath you feel at the nape of your neck and
the strong caress of flesh on flesh, defying death.
It is most certainly Spring with petal flutters and jays
flittering about. Melodies come alive…words almost too
ravishing to...

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"...The Secret of the Golden Flower is not only a Taoist text of Chinese yoga but also an alchemical tract. (...) it was the text of The Golden Flower that first put me in the direction of the right track." C. G. Jung

"The Golden Flower...

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My love for you is a creature, a solid breathing 
Entity, a mangled creation of shadow-black flesh 
And the thread-like interwoven muscles of my 
Bleeding excuses…
The paltry reasons I put up with your countless 
Slights, insults, depravities, are its backbone, 
The eyes are mere sockets,...

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Written: June 23, 2023
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Bonds packed with zeros—harmony, grief, regrets,
In this endless cycle, memory no longer begets. 
Your poetry is a symphony that stirs my soul.
But also a river of nausea in which I swim, whole.

Lonesome, dispossessed, my being in unrest,
A fetish for the departed, my electrons...

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The lavender clouds, lowered, like a fluffy blanket
                                    on top...

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So easy to recall all the slights,
The times you might have been treated like dirt.
But far more glorious to look up at the sun.
Remembering all that your glorious worth.

Romances and loves may come and go.
You are not weird if you are not married!
Some lost spouses...

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Do the Dead see with their own eyes

    for Thadchayani, my poetry-loving doctor sister :  28/08/1929 – 26/10/2014 
                    -the « only...

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Through winding roads, life leads where it   …………………………………………     Will 
Reaching rugged mountain peaks and valleys deep,  until   ………………. .    You
Eventually arrive at this conclusion- each day is a gift- best take it ...

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She's awash in contradictions. 
Though you just might fall in love
with those big doe eyes.  


She'll put you on a pedestal.
To her,  you can do no harm.
 She is a friend to the very end. 

Still, she could bring you to your knees.
She...

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An Oracle, ‘’ a cautionary tale’’

The man was called upon to help he went, heart full of love, not his own 

but (put there) questions and laughter..are  (you surely sent) then test the

spirits was a teaching the ‘‘executive Minister’’ applied, an overriding

rule his intent!...

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weep not when we die
don't let your life go awry
for the time was nigh
attributes were diminished
the mortal course now  finished

words were all written
no longer need to fit in
worry what's twitten
opinions will not long last
as all existence shall pass

never born-again
but a human with a pen
human...

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