Best Stricture Poems

God rest ye merry gentleman
Thank the Lord that you are able
By devious manipulation to
Keep the turkey on the table;

All praise to those good bankers 
Who...

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Every morn, I wake to a blank page - 
A canvas, on which I paint
Today

I often revisit past illustrations;
Some statuesque,
and others with rips, tears, and...

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Once I sat upon your throne
to visit a familiar chair
I am the Empress overthrown
I no longer rule or scare
My face is in the picture
since 1968
There...

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Wrestling with time,
an illusion supreme

Its trinity empiric,
three masks to deceive

Past, future, and present,
our dreams undefined

Outside of their stricture,
new presence unrhymed

Rejecting convention,
short sighted and slight

Imprisoning our...

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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...

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Eu-e,
Eu-e-e,
Eu-e,
Bucky Fuller Big Bang.

U-C,
U-C-A-G,
U-C,
ribonucleic acid.

Yang-Yin,
Yang-Yin-Yin,
Yang-Yin
Bucky Fuller Big Brain

My Friend Bucky Fuller
came down to me today.
He said,
"Lao-tse's Time
grows not-not binomial
radiates fore
and gravitates aft
Space and Time
poetry as...

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Compassion,
rooted in economic capacity and political experience 
within a co-empathic nutritional environment;
like before you came out of Mom.

Nutrition,
rooted in deep listening, learning, and, giving-and-taking, 
absorbing...

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She is watchful and ambitious in a nail biting fury
Another new victim another story

She pulls him in and caresses his mind
There in the darkest of...

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Pardon my Gardens; they're withered and grey:
Unkempt and wild and quite defiled
Given my odd and reclusive ways:
Eccentric is my fashion style

Look at Life through special...

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Human life deserves a platform to unfold
Away from straitjackets of pious scrutiny
Whose eyes, ears and hands feel so cold
They reject freedom and project a mutiny...

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What If Destiny... 
Deeded Mine Singular Default Mode To...

Communicate (temporarily,
     strictly and hypothetically)
     merely allowing me to...

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First look, glasses as my eyes glance
From left to right I begin to read
Much as if I were in a trance
My education faulted for this...

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To your achromatic canvas
fresh without a mark upon it,
I'll paint a crimson road of chance
and a bright tangerine bonnet.

With detail, I'll add two young girls,
coffee-skinned...

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Dearest friend did I mention, 
that I am not yet convinced about these coalition cocktails. 

These cocktails of compromise can quickly cause confusion.
Traditional reliables, mixed with fresh...

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When closed are mine eyes
I can see only those butterflies
Surrounding me and my prince
Ouch, a wake up back does wince!

A great man, all white in...

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