Best Spasms Poems

My appreciation Francis Crasto for allowing me to collaborate with you as your 'psychiatrist' on ‘A MAN UNDER STRESS’- A great sequel to your recent...

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Bits and pieces
	bits and pieces
shattered ground writhes with the moon
soft the dirt still
	wet and warm
too soon
	too soon
		too soon

torn nails shred the bell cord
tin the sound...

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178 months, 129940 hours,
now only 10 minutes remain.
Sitting in cold eerie darkness,
he observes the rhythm of water drops,
slowly wipes away streams of sweat
with his withered...

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~JSLambert does not (currently:) use, or encourage hallucinogenic drug use.

    Telepathic psilocybin prescription erasing elastic depression. Competition 
wanes, just when nocturnal emission...

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It’s hard to keep on writing
when you know your words
never reach quite deep enough—
fail again to plumb prosaic depths
and render speechless those of
greater wit and...

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Flowing Deep, Those Ghastly Shards Of Regret

Flowing deep, those ghastly shards of regret
and the spasms they birth in weeping soul
no reprieve, caught in that sorrowful...

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Where Man Walks Blindly And Heart Begs Relief

In the gnashing of teeth rests 
a curse hurled at infinity
with its smug cannons of false piety
and impudent...

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What Of This Niggardly Miserable Earth

What of this niggardly miserable earth
this small plot awaiting a white tombstone
when she cares and asks what is it all...

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(In 1807, Beethoven wrote a piano/violin
piece with this title.  Count Leo Tolstoy
followed in 1890, with a short novel of the
same name, in which he...

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...				Summertime is growing weary.
				Welcome to the autumn rain,
				A new season taking over
				Hydrating the earth again.

				Arid land with celebration
				Greedily absorbs each drip,
				With the dry and dusty...

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Summertime is growing weary.
Welcome to the autumn rain,
A new season taking over
Hydrating the earth again.

Arid land with celebration,
Greedily absorbs each drip,
With the dry and dusty...

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I've grown quite weary of negative poems full of sarcasms
It's true we're separated on many issues by deep chasms
We see things differently; shades of gray,...

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A woman's scream was the only sound, and so I rightfully put on my crown.
Like a dream, P.D. lasted 11 rounds, but has finally been...

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The night was long, the rain was cold
She shivered between sheets of gold
Her whip-poor-will was silent too
The nightly joy, sliced clearly through
'Cause, nature did the...

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For half an hour, 
he was a few feet in front of me,
trying to tame the little metal beast,  
jittery under the torrent of...

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