Best Sourly Poems

Death – Remember me Tomorrow

Votre amour est tout ce que j'implore
Angels took us from France's shores
To the promised land of lady liberty
Hollywood glitter enticing us...

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'I love you' moistens on your lips
          I watch it, breathless, as it drips
  ...

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the cultivators

taught how to walk and talk
they approached as a group
each with a bowl of bread
given unto them by a lord
trying to speak and be...

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Somehow, 
Forward, and headlong
I knew it was day again

There was a shift in the dark mutterings of the Devil,
Who now refused to sleep as I...

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JUXTAPOSED AWARENESS

On and within the fullness 
of this beautiful sunshine day,
I peacefully sit here pondering 
the present chaos of the world.

How awe confusing…it all is–
outside,...

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Do not forget to brush your teeth
For a rotten future you will meet
I forgot myself
And sourly dealt
With a pain so indiscreet...

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The waiting clap handed smashy,

sits in a dime's oval,

swallows sourly-
yet diversify's the mind,

overly enveloped miniatures-
coasting to the camels,

choreographed lightly yet so marches the mass....

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what on earth do you do
with leftover gooseberry stew
do you bake it in a pie
with meringue sky high
or make a tart not so sweet
yet tasty...

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Though the people, place, and time were different, it was rather clear to me, that this picture I had seen.  It was as if...

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Once I had the opportunity
For hard-earned, sweet success
But I yawned instead and spurned my chance
To labour and progress

And so my potential festered
Scorned sourly in defeat
Now...

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As the flames a blazed and the torches illuminated the crying shouts of the night
Like steeples of lonely souls on shattered islands yearning for lifeboats
Like...

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Plaster the walls with mud.
Shake the heavens of the blood. 
Bitter tasting and sourly sweet.
Were the feelings that sat at my feet.
Black curtains of faces...

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I woke to you exploring my coastline
finger tracing every hidden, jutted stone
weathered wood
and whipping titanium grass

 
Your muffled voice in the dark
filling up the creaking...

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Daddy never told me I was pretty
Instead he told me to be smart and study. 
Read a lot, be well-behaved and witty.
That would bring you...

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If I could write a ballad no one else but you would hear it.
If I were god I would tap into your special frequency so...

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