Best Stagnating Poems

I am given to you by Creator Himself
My Limbs long to grow straight and tall
Bathed in sunlight from above, paying homage
Fulfilling my God given task
From the dawn of creation, in the Holy Books I’m told
A gift was given to all nations to hold
 The Tree...

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Its whispering gentle 
 through breeze to leaves
rustling each to a frenzied clamor
 Can you hear the heightened sound?
Inaudible then so loud...so Loud!!
  So loud you cant hear at all
As the days slip past do you
  stop and listen?
Greatness calls!

Aptitude resides in minds...hiding...

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The Ancient Viking Warrior In His Old Age, 
A Collaboration With Vladislav Raven

Part (1.)

Biding his time, as each day wrangles its hours away
his soul resting between heaven and Hade's hot fires
for wanton desires shall demand highest of life's pay
from blood flowing until care and want...

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Part - 1.

Biding his time, as each day wrangles its hours away
his soul resting between heaven and Hade's hot fires
for wanton desires shall demand highest of life's pay
from blood flowing until care and want expires
battles fought that would frighten warriors true brave
all for golden treasures...

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Its whispering gentle 
 through breeze to leaves
rustling each to a frenzied clamor
 Can you hear the heightened sound?
Inaudible then so loud...so Loud!!
  So loud you cant hear at all
As the days slip past do you
  stop and listen?
Greatness calls!

Aptitude resides in minds...hiding...

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thirteen year old boy 
south central 
stagnating pond 
in a ten mile universe 

he had dreams 
aspirations 
knew there was more 
education, it propels 
he would teacher 
(aim lower doug) 
a social worker 
something 
anything but 
the gang 

seventh grade came too soon 
'blood, you...

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It was the year 4250 and a very nice day. Grine who was well tanned and with long, dark flowing hair had just left his Mac, the warmth to his bedroom, on which he had been home bouncing, or as it used to be known,...

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She’s dead
But will always stay alive
A beacon for everyone with a gripe

Thatcher snatcher was their war cry
When with apparent vigour
She tore asunder all society held dear

A divisive strong willed fighter
With femininity covering a steely frame
She moved gracefully among men 
A force of reckoning
In a world...

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With thanks to the Environmental Defense Fund,
Advice from ecosystemic pantheists

PENGUIN:

Dive into life;
Avoid undiving into dying, stagnating in reverse-time ruminations.

Appreciate regenerative daydreams;
Depreciate decomposing nightmares.

Take long intuitive wilderness walks
away from short deductive domesticated pathways.

Stand together;
Avoid falling apart.

Go extra cooperative miles
rather than staying stuck
in competing monocultural piles
of divestment...

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Vimanas in flight; 
centrifugal delight.
Ezekiel’s wheels; doing reels; 
Ophanum high, up in the skies; 
we see them and still deny.

Logical mind, it is so blind; 
perhaps even, a bit unkind.
Denial is a realm of fools, 
who live by very limiting rules.
They let this defect, 
crush...

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The pools of sadness I have left behind
Broil and lie stagnating abandoned on the heath,
Their surfaces are restless, ill-defined,
Ripple-shot, concealing of the things that drown beneath.

The refugees of memories I suppress,
Wander lost and lonely, ragged ghosts out on the fen,
Decrepitly awaiting life’s caress,
That sparks them...

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Coarse, featureless shards stagnating
Fodder for a discerning hand's mending
Putty strands their potential value bleating
For a potter's touch; new life entreating

Gentle hands rough surface massaging
Rubbery texture patting and preening
Carefully each lump, fold kneading
Instinctively more clay into mixture feeding

Pressing the mass around the wheel now speeding
Softly caressing,...

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REFINING AND MAINLINING HYPERBOLE

Something reliable, desirable, easily obtainable and consistently good
So a junkie best know the right neighborhood
The right junkie to see who won’t stab you in the back
And who doesn’t have a deck of five aces to stack
Some junkies have held eights and aces...

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dry desert wasteland
infertile heart stagnating
unrequited love...

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Red ink covers every written page
heads on the realm yet like no government
no planning rots the goods in the carriage
but the toppers still do not see this dent
mismanagement and corruption so flex
stagnating prosperity in a cuff
poverty and conflicts play and have sex
selfish leaders close their...

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