Best Slimes Poems

Past unconcerned hens that distractedly 
Scratch
Under frowning protestations from the
Sheltered Lee;
Into the cloaked shadows lain across the 
Cobbled courtyard,
Behind which squats the twisted form of
The old brooding, arthritic apple tree.
Past the neat little cow-byre 
Hosed and fastidiously scrubbed out twice 
A day 
With a fine...

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There is everything ugly about the little creepy snail
he delivers the slime scraping his foot. Maybe it’s his small,
pea size shrunken brain or those tiny eyes, or the way 
he slinks on his flat foot that squirms underneath  
his round tubular body with black...

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Onward then does Time ascend the eons it does build
Within the endless void of space which never shall be filled

Deep within the eons past, a Potency there compels
Horrors be extended from Evils which are Hells’

And herein do I dwell within Hell’s castle keep
With keys I...

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Fungi, fungus, funguses thousand fold,
eukaryotic life kingdom of yeast and mold.

Ancient legends and myths from many times,
beginnings and ends through mulching slimes.

Egyptians sensed the connection in fungi to gods,
only Pharaohs allowed to have them as foods.

Consuming the fungi to become immortal static,
Mushroom stones in Mesoamerica...

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There's something scary
Happening in this place.
I must be very wary,
And not leave a trace.

There are beings here
That just don't belong
They feel unnaturally *****,
So strange, so wrong.

It took so long to adjust
Each layer as filth accrues.
Centuries of cobwebs, dust,
Slimes, molds and mildews.

I spooked a bit their...

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She stood before his silent stare alone
Behind her howled the frantic arms of death
That once subdued her will, besmerged her bone
With the rancid ravaging of their breath.
She felt transparent as their condemning tongue
Shifted the weight of guilt to her for crimes
That senseless passions savaged reeked....

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Across the floor it slithers
Black tendrils creeping in
Searching for the  beings
That revel in their sin

It spreads across the floorboards
Engulfs the carpets too
Gets in every single corner
Then makes its way to you

It gathers round the bed legs
Then slowly slimes it way
Feeding on your misdemeanours
As in...

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Hovering over the Lonesome Plane,
My spit a solace for a thirst,
Comes the razing Shines-Feet and Ghost hostily entrailed.
Will I Somehow,Someday My rest acclaim?
Right in the Jungle the scary Soul.
Thick and thin my back like a Machete steers;
Rumblings and Chanting my stillness sped,
Slipping through the Crystals...

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My Snailippo Herd 

Have you ever seen a snail go a crawling up a leaf
and wonder how it eats without some tiny teeth?

My back yard hosts the sailippo that grew from such a cause
without the need of feet nor hoofs, nor tail, or tiny claws?

He...

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6x6

6 x 6 on my way 
to 6 feet down... 

I live in a tent on the sidewalk, 
near main and 7th. 
Just down the street there are courthouses. 
That is where they dispense the law. 
They tell people what is right and what is...

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Grapes of wrath despite the fire
In your bosom they burn
Can’t coalesce or coerce pressing problems to retire
Alongside frustrations and disappointments in the urn

That your world turns upside down
In lean times
That your pillow eiderdown
Limes in slimes

Raining from your eyes tears
Like fast running river water
Currents whose spears
In...

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I've used up nearly all the primes of my life,
Heard all the whistles, bells, and chimes of my life,
And traced the seasons and the times of my life
Through the ambiances and climes of my life.
The squandered nickels and the dimes of my life,
The acts of...

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Loving them, despite the lies, despite the tears;
In spite of horrors, nightmares, fears.
We sing and laugh during our beginnings
Then fire the daff who helped our winnings.

Lay in wait, we cry, we take
Till we just can’t take no more.
They spin unholy tales and name the love...

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There are mini-bunnies in between my fleshy toes
They live there in miniature rose bush that glows.
I watch them sometimes, amazed at their grimes.
Hopping between my big toe with green slimes.

Carrying passels of baby bunnies on their warm backs.
They visit each other, and laugh with tiny...

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My mom takes me.
Therapists are very accommodating.
I talk with rhymes.
Waiting on slimes.
She walked through the door.
It started to pour.
She hands me a notebook thank you.
Therapists hate me.
But they collect a fee.
In the waiting room.
Connections of doom.
22 seconds later, I’m done.
I was writing, I wasn’t moving...

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