Best Superannuated Poems

hostile,
pungent,
nasty,
&
redefining the art of having a
chip on his shoulder
he marches through the last specks of his burnt out existence
telling us all how we should live our lives
(spouting his rotting “wisdom” at everyone he sees)
while
regretting
so very much of his
own---
with wrinkled ancient skin
flabby & sagging
dark blue veins...

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by Michaelw1two

inspired by word works of Void Opus

 all for you, superannuated, desiccated erudition,
 this propagation scribed, this apotheosis odium;
 under eructate flames, under the epitome of,
 euphonious, promulgated magniloquent inception;
 of the Maker’s exuberant false belief, in each of you,
 this written punctilious event,...

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OLD PINE

This wild forest path happening
So clearly now remains in mind,
Of the many recalled visions
Those many visions front and hind

Before the dark, dense, distant woods - 
And towering so over all -
This superannuated pine,
Last survivor an ancient line,
Of some behemoth, sturdy strain,
So obscure in mythic...

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OLD PINE

This wild forest path happening
So clearly now remains in mind,
Of the many recalled visions
Those many visions front and hind

Before the dark, dense, distant woods - 
And towering so over all -
This superannuated pine,
Last survivor an ancient line,
Of some behemoth, sturdy strain,
So obscure in mythic...

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Till the other day
As it seems rhododendrons
Walked with me, alas
Now superannuated 
stupidity after rhymes
___________________________________
29/9/2016...

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I don’t miss the city,
the metropolis I once knew was built
on the edge of a never-never land.

I miss just this: a green half-acre, 
a cultivated fenced enclosure 
with a round bandstand; a Victorian structure
surrounded by a bed of carnations – 
prodigious red carnation.

That small public...

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Dorian Grey
has lost all trace of his self-image.
Like many elderly male models,
there are now no mirrors in his mind.
Musty images of his centenarius youth
are hid in crusty shoeboxes.

Like many, he collects his social security,
munches slowly on a daily bowl of Cheerios,
then entertains himself
by watching cat...

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