Best Spasmodic Poems

A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic, 
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal, 
Warbling quietly to whistle scads of  tranquil cryptic songs;
Lying  spasmodic, a sparsely inhabited mellifluous hamlet, Kongthong! 

Not to hyperbole, a singing utopia,...

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Awake in the darkness, curtains are not drawn,
sky a deep Prussian blue, with no sign of the dawn.
Daybreak six fifty-five, two more hours to go
'till sunrise at the speed of thawing winter snow.
Window slightly ajar, letting in the night's hush,
dawn chorus spasmodic, birds are not...

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With sadness, that never ceased,
I watched your Father shot on live television.
I was living in Chicago and Elena, a baby 
in my arms asleep.
Your Father, Robert had just won California 
and “on to Chicago” was his mission.

Sirhan-Sirhan., anti-Isreal, pro-Palestinian ,
shot your father in the hotel’s...

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When I was 4 1/2 years old, 
as abrupt as a spanking, 
my once reliable mother brought home 
a hospital surprise 
with an alien face and 
a blood-darkened eerie belly clip 
that was to suddenly fall off one day. 
Soon I became 
much uglier than...

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FAITH NOT TO BE SOLD
 Joseph O. Adebanjo

I have seen pain, kissed pain, lived with pain, overcame pain
Deep in my oceans of pain, existed bliss, and coexisted the Son
I saw the spasmodic ray of hope
Flickering touch of faith upheld me
I swam in my cryptic ocean...

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Captured and chained
A cellar, my home
Neck manacle
Hands free to roam
 
As she sits astride
Taking me in
Deepening feeling
Flesh to skin
 
In throws of thrust
She gorges my love
In this darkened room
Freedom above
 
Her spasmodic scream
Orgasmic outs
Her breasts excited
In pert like pout
 
My standing feeling
Signals release
Internal fountain
Love hungry...

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With sadness, that never ceased,
I watched your Father shot on live television.
I was living in Chicago and Elena, a baby 
in my arms asleep.
Your Father, Robert had just won California 
and “on to Chicago” was his mission.

Sirhan-Sirhan., anti-Isreal, pro-Palestinian ,
shot your father in the hotel’s...

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Sweet September, see how splendidly she shines!
Subtlety submitting seasonal splendour, she
swamps summer’s splendiferous sights,
by stealthily shrouding splendid scenery, 
with suffused sensuous, sybaritic, scenarios!
Sublimely serene, she spatters and splashes
slivers of saffron, sepia and sienna shades,
slapdash over the sedentary summer scene, sending
sightseers silly!  Soon, spooky spectres...

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The Headless Greenlandic Horseman
A Meditation in 6 parts.

Avalanche
I.

The sky is starry
The night is scary
I'm very afraid
of the living dead;

On a mission; or Fugitives in the city
II.

The headless Greenlandic horseman
speaks Kalaallisut very well indeed,
plus Dansk and English! What a man!
A polyglot he is! Yes, sir! Although...

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Occasionally we should expose the wackier lobe of the brain
in order to better appreciate the more sensible side of the mind.
     ~THIS is one of those times...

I capriole between my arabesques
fugaciously spasmodic in fluxes and leaps
indifferent to their misanthropic mocking
and cheeky...

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A delusory pleasure bristled the solitary abator 
And the dusky night rides down the sky
An ethereal beauty demoed with her au naturel demeanor
The solitary abator bumps with illusions, thus far realisms high. 
 
Elated with red-hot mysticisms the abator closed his eyes
And mildly felt the...

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Frothing, frigid fjords
Fling forth fine stippled
Salmon, streaking upstream.
Roe-rich fish, flashing
Fat and fulgent:
Spurred to spawn, to spurt
Then sputter -- spasmodic.
Spectral. Unspared....

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Wonderful Beauty
To See The Hummingbird Seeks
Sweet Nectar Of Life.

Flower To Flower
Flying Across In The Blue Sky
Singing So Proudly.

Ruby-throated Are The
Prettiest And Cute Hummingbird 
Whizzing Wings Are Blur.

Chitter Chatter Chat
Through Rapid Dance Of Her Wings
Spasmodic Little Bird.

Peering Into The
Heart Of The Each Nice Flower
The Flying Jewel...

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Pt.1
     Another dawn, another beginning of filling the hours of the day with despair and mundane longing to forget my troubled past.  Each day my mind is pulverized with agonizing memories of days long past.  My body is entombed...

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Do your ears hear-
tiny movements very near?

Do your eyes see-
every millisecond, a different me?

Do your senses acknowledge-
the spasmodic shifts of energy? 

Wavelengths and balance-
universal constant change,
can it be? 

Illusions engulfing empty space,
as if everything has only one designated place. 

~~

Allusions alluding a mass confusion,
as if...

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