Best Syphon Poems

(Inveniam viam)

Far beyond these eerie things, where limits have no scales
Fish are replacing gills, with turbine aerated tails 
Sea level’s losing all meaning, for the humpback whales 
Ships piggyback them, harpoons syphon wind from their sails 

Today I woke up early, lately I’ve let dreams...

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Battle Rap


...poet in da house...


Now have a listen, for I’ll be a kissing…I’m on a mission
And you’ll be a pissing your hemolysin…a smelly emission
My words glisten worth the admission…full of ammunition
You’re under submission a life in prison…meet the mortician
Like a magician I’ll take over your...

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The lack of a single-word inflammable
in our lanterns is what is killing me
 
this morpheme
                         A single workday for all
Inflammables is...

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A human race of relay and replay,
Their soles push off unforgiving exteriors
And are kept on track by applauded obedience.
Their recurrently blistered hearts
Become calloused by an aura of expectation.

Hedonism is a fort where their souls sit while their bodies work.
They chip at the sedimentary foundation of...

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Dilated pupil captures a partner with her submission
Above sadness, eyes sea sunk in upset unquenchable
Desperation lodged in lagoon swims to 2021 surface
Air refilling deflated lungs floats a Goldi locked trophy 


Drawn from decaying pages of housewife magazines 
Overtly womanly hip to waist ratio cinched on...

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The battlefield within 
a swirling whirlpool of delayed rage
comes at last for
the inner child voice
screaming  ....  why?

Why soul murderer
father, mother, uncle, brother
priest, doctor, three-piece suit
creeper incest keeper
tide breaker...

Mind curtain masks
the unsettled 
soul-body certain of sound
that trigger flows
in the dark.

Pictures swirling syphon
through a membrane
of...

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Standing, with feet lodged in concrete,
at the edge of a precipice-
Syphon of air fallen away underneath
to broken boulders, rocks of words gone by
Not a moment left to lose
to catch the infernally fleeting
and flittering "why"
The palms of the hands, being greased with kindness,
are slippery flaps of...

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Smart Progress
They did an excellent job of making their inventions work so well
Give them a pat on the back and a gold medal
Their inventors and designers are the best and proud of their work
It's a long list of things, here are a few:
Nerve gas that...

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My private universe
resides far beyond the cosmos
and into galaxies yet unfound.
Man’s mortal eye
cannot appreciate
the vastness of beyond.

My private universe
encompasses all, yet nothing.
It is much too profound to contain.
No human sought
to walk moist, spongy shores,
none to drink its knowledge.

My private universe
oozes with untold adventure
and pictures of...

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