Best Sunk Poems

raise the titanic
looking for poetry words
they heard they left 'em...

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Atlantis
> Atlantis broke into Islands three
> Back in ancient antiquity
> The redskin Nations emigrated
> Mound builders on the Mississippi, generated
>
> Some ***** people now in Africa
> Have the very dark reddish hue
> All around the great Atlantic
> Pyramids the Aztecs too.
>
> Atlantis once more was...

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When you release the 
words, your curled fingers 
burst into flame.

It was an ancient filth, 
a bird fighting in the mud- 
house of quote-unquote.

Someone navigated 
over the bald heads to find 
a landing place for a cuckoo.

Between real and fiction, 
you cannot write a hymn...

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The rot has sunk in deep ~
tragic is our stupor,
trauma bonding with pain,
enslaved by dark desires,
cleansing not, our soul’s stain.

The rot has sunk in deep ~
we know not who we are,
yet seek not truth of life,
adrift thus rudderless,
engaged in needless strife.

The rot has sunk in...

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Slowly, you falter; slowly you fall.
Slowly you're pulled; tugged, dragged.
Isn't there a build up? 
A growth of emotion being hidden?
Hidden for some time now.
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Self appraising himself as a monk awake,
immune from life's outcomes, always elated,
he woke up one morning and began to shake,
quaking in fear, so had to be sedated.
No longer could he be placid like a lake,
for his feeble form's gender was rotated!
The roots of conditioning go...

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Religious sermons invoking deep fear
damage the fabric of gullible souls,
inducing deluded beliefs that sears,
labelling God as a revengeful ghoul;
far cry from touch of love, making us whole.
The rot of religion has sunk in deep.
The path is easy; preachers make it steep.
Reject, oh hermit, teachings that...

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Gender determined behavioural change
Looking at wayside beggars with disdain
Religious bias, our prejudice strange

Fairer skin colour, making us feel vain
The way we dress and speak, ego complex
Shifty eyes belie, that our heart is stained

Conflicting emotions, puzzle and vex
In truth we yearn for childlike innocence 
This life...

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Birds fruitless trees forsake, 
Swans and cranes leave dried lake,
Courtesans scarce to wealth-less cling,
Counsellors leave a corrupt king, 
Honey bees flee from lifeless flower,  
Beasts forsake a forest on fire, 
Motive-dunk men in self are sunk,
In this world, who to whom is dear? ...

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Deep in the crevice of your heart 
where only darkness lives 
is the stillborn that I long to rescue 
something has to give 


March 23, 2019

for the writing challenge...

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Notice our subtle resistance
Manifest as hesitancy
Mitigating exuberance 
Our lower mind delinquency 

Myriad illusions confound
Notice our subtle resistance
We are yet to mind-body bound
Recognising not divine dance

We first look to our convenience 
Subject-object relationship 
Notice our subtle resistance
Foolish game of one-upmanship 

Oh hermit, know God alone is
Rekindle...

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I heard the words of my poem
Said down the phone
The same words

I'd written those words down
Before today and before that
The same words

That's the pattern
Repeating
The same words

It's jarring on this page
But it was like plunging into deep water
Against my will, with no reflexes to save myself

Of...

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I tear myself away
my tears wash away the pain
I'm torn in two
watered down
devilishly drowned...

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if attributes of form 
are diminished
will presence
not contract
and so seek
restoration of joy
enabled by aliveness
thus signalling bondage
to ephemerality of dreams
instead of imbibing the truth
bliss that does not come and go...

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