Best Spectacled Poems

Shh…..! 
Don’t scare them away!
Let us watch this macabre dance
and enjoy the art in rivalry!

A battle between
two champions.
both in the arena,
armed with nothing 
but
teeth and fangs,
stationed immobile 
face to face,
eyes emitting sparks of ire.

A cobra
with spectacled hood wide 
hissing and shrieking, 
spitting fire and fume
and...

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ONCE UPON A TIME

I felt bold, placing an Ad in New York's Village Voice; see
I needed a friend, a guide, a conscientious lover of my choice

But as I read and read, one unusual two page letter
Stated that they'd be my slave, and loyal house sitter

That...

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“I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination”


Time past, like a grandma’s tale
Has a moral to tell.
Time present, busy, full and bursting
Save me, my Lord.
Time future, O God, It’s but a dream

Time hangs heavy hereabouts, at this bus stop,
 Called the market stop,...

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cold rock, who's gnashing teeth
beget torn lips and tidy legs
loveless creature clothed in rind
future queen would nary pine

fondleproof my guest
gentle curls no effect
your veinous tarmac brings organasms arrest
abandoned crusades confer pontiffregrets


what!  the spectacled porpoise awakens!
the breeze suffocates
the sun withdraws
now must I greet your desire...

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~La Gala Grandeur~


Revived from mine mortality,I adopt my rebirth
Through neonate eyes,the world now glows ethereal
As my resplendence arouses,death is relinquished dormant
Though newly formed,I step unteeteringly unafraid


Motlique auras,encompass my fellow scions
The firmament above,an wombous spectrum pletharic
Engrossed of adolescence,I become exhilarantly aware
My lineant precursors,swarm samely for my...

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Love And Its Irony by Sumisha Chandan

With love right around the corner,
a checkered pink pant
fitted well with a manly mink
has its own alibi.
With a pink pant and the trinket down its part,
no one loves love for a while.

Loneliness takes you to the same corner
this time...

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Alice and Chains screeches the dissonance of deep thought..  
I’m transformed to cigarette chains.  
Curling grass brushes me through imitation iron.

Not as good as dry humping in grass fields behind rehab.

Wait Wait, my forearm is pasted to star bucks aluminum.

The procession of pumpkin...

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I love Spectacled
I love Spectacled
And Merry Christmas
And Merry Christmas
December is the month
You have eyes Nagina
one for the sake of your appearance
Winter is the heart of discomfort everyday Titurta
That's why you see Para- Begahe
Inexplicably the right ,
Tongue is silent
Within the cry arises in the heart
I love...

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It was time.... 

The clock stopped ticking... 

Hummed in bliss, a few dwarfs 

And sprites.... somewhere.... 

Droopy leaves glistening in late-night dew 

He slipped into the blanket of ink-blue sky 

Comfortably snugged 

In the pillow of pink clouds 

I conjoured upon him 

With a gentle...

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"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy
leafless boughs;"
                        Samuel Taylor Coleridge


Earth Rips different
Not like cloth

 tearing, sharp, painful sounds
Thicker cloth nêe bursts
baritone harshness

Ripping...

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A written account (that incorporates some 
self directed hyperbole) of this veritable stranger 
now appears before your screen. Soon 
after reading this message, the neighbors 

might discern a blood curdling series 
of (hyena-like) shrieking screams. 
No worry. That would be the mating call 
of the...

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Arthur Nelson was a curious, studious fellow, like pearly moon glowing,
Ten years old and spectacled, for all is adventure, when you're growing.

Arthur lived in a one story home, with his brothers and their parents;
And also their huge, green turtle, a pet that everyone called, Clarence.

Arthur...

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I’ll never forget what’s her name;
That teacher who bored us to tears
Whose voice seemed to drone on and on
And lessons appeared to last years.

Her minuscule lacklustre eyes
Peered over a spectacled nose
No glimmer of passion in sight
No colourful facts to expose.

She reeled off the kings and...

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I would just like to say
that it is my impression
that longer hair
and other flamboyant affectations
are male dominant immersions
from sadly dull camouflage
into the birthright
and left
of his trans-pangenderal sex.

And I would also like to say
that it is my impression

That wars
and bombs
and other ballistic
bad depressions
are far more likely
as...

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All my mortgage years
This featherless gosling flightless
Kept chickens for peers
Suffering gravity's wretched pain
While dreaming of the southland
Coded in my bones

Like a chicken I circled 
The pond of tears, while the lake
Brimmed with spectacled
Difference of salt ambition
O how the memory hibiscus
Withering seared my heart!

I did not...

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