Best Stupors Poems

Sword’s sharp edge attached side by side
One side a victor
Another side a villain
The sworn enemies, the bosom friends

And the sharp tongue between clinched teeth
With the paired edges that cuts both
At one end, wisdom of wits
While the other end unleashes the evil spirits

The life that is...

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To this scene we have gathered on September’s eve
Under darkening sky, where a storm may conceive
Not a sight better is that face I’ve hardly known
So frail and aged in years past he had grown
A tragedy that one with his talents immense
Must be interred so young,...

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Petrified pottery ponders plots. Ploys play putting purring. And a frantically fraternising pickle arch can glow on many a skyline at dusk. In many hues. Many dusks many arches many hues and many hues mean many hundreds and many hundreds mean invite to investment of...

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Oh wow. Oh great. Look over there. Quickly now. Come on. It is the mitigating migrating mammoth mansions. Brick by brick and bone by bone. In a line. Travelling. Traversing the plains, fields and mountains but not on roads for roads are neither natural nor...

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for a wine bottle
I in my drunken stupors
wasted all my life...

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Melanie, where is she ???
September 2nd, 2016  
Melanie, found herself !!!

Twenty plus years !!!, in a fog.
Many drugs, drug induced stupors
made up most hours of her life !!!

The loss of an appendage
became a door opening,
letting in the long lost light.

My belief is in these...

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Crushed peanut shells are
scattered all over the floor

Beer bottles smashed
while blood drips from the roof

A body hangs from the rafters 
while loyal patrons play
a vodka filled game of Russian roulette

Piss stains plastered all over the bathroom floor
cockroach's and rats run rampant  
all while raging...

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They come back damaged
from the war
no matter what war
there always is
some damage

he was fine in
anti aircraft
all things are distant
except the bombs
that explode
and throw you
up to twenty meters

sniper training was
exciting but secretive
the missions dark
and dangerous
lots of blood
on white snow

after all that
he took a liking to
13 year...

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Now we have kings of hell
A metaphysical chess of wishes
All revolving around me
Trapped inside this cave
This mountain
It’s still really before Christ
the prophet hasn’t been born
but if we can find the exit
we can change the real world
come back to this cave and rediscover destiny

A dream within...

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Field mouse woke up. Asleep for many years. It had grown a moustache and side burns. Oh how dreadful cried sally spider peering into the mouse house. How terribly unbecoming and unsuitable for holding the silver goblet at the halibut harlequin hall. Field mouse responded....

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simply awake
No music lulls
No quiet snoozes
No counting naps
No stretching tires
My clock taunts me
No comfort lullabies
No breathing relaxes
Pajamas strangle me
No coolness soothes
No meditation stupors
No visualization sleeps
No position tranquilizes
No supplements sedate
No aromatherapy calms
or finger painting slumbers
I am insomnia’s vigilant sentry.
Where, oh where's the sandman?...

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Under the Clown's Hypocrite's Masquerade of Virtue.

When is the patting on the back to end?
False truth is out in public world and penned.
Based on deception stupors, 
fools spellbind with horse blinkors
don't see the deeper deceit, or pretend.


12/28/2017


blinkers...

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A lifeless wasteland 
With no escape
No sound
No single date
Frozen solid nightmares prayed
Bare bones pricked, cracked and blazed
Phantom birds wouldn’t chirp
Silent stupors waited still 
For life to disappear 
To break a dreamless state 
To stop and freeze 
To disappear

11/27/22
Pick-A-Title, Vol 33
Edward Ibeh...

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The world wakes up oneday amidst a horror
We call it by the name Corona  viral disease
It became apparent to all of us there is no succour
In times we had it before but now it is
A goblin to savour the precious lives
Being a contagion can...

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