Best Syphoned Poems

My doctor says I’m overweight,
I’m in the orange band,
To make it to the yellow zone
I’ll need a helping hand.

So he’s cancelled Sunday breakfast
And sworn me off scotch eggs,
He’s drained my car of petrol
Chuckling ‘Learn to use your legs!’

But I don’t really buy it.
There’s alternatives to...

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hatred and love

She took me in, inside her heart, out of the raging storm of solitude
Dragged me. Pierced my tissues with the horn of a unicorn….

I levitated at daybreak and floated to the middle of the night
I felt the wind and the fire and the...

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Nepal 
Nepal I know little of this country nestling
Among colossal mountains 
It used to be a kingdom, but the king was so 
Autocratic that he lost the job.
Later on, I have this from memory, one of the princes
Shot the royal family as they were sitting...

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caught in an octopus’ arms

rip tide of tentacles

underwater currents

the black ink indelible

syphoned protection

can’t see the circling sharks

in my cocoon of false shadows

a surreal embrace

suction caps in action

in surprise

that it is me who

holds on for dear life


a fairy tale because a dolphin

comes to my rescue

until I...

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IT’S A BEE’S LIFE

I flit about from flower to flower,
Cross-pollinating, hour after hour.
All the plants rely on me.
They can’t make love like you and me.

Each day I cover many a hectare,
Collecting many a pint of nectar,
Before I return to the buzzing hive
With food to keep...

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To wit, the editor
  the murderer’s axe

To slay the innocent
  with sharp attack

To wit, the editor
  last drop of blood

Now drained and syphoned
  —in victimhood

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)...

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(This is a fictional poem)

When I syphoned some gas out of my brother's car, part of it went on my shirt.
He set me on fire with his lighter and it really hurt.
The gas on my shirt made me light up like a Christmas tree.
If you...

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lets give it a shape
twisted lines of 3-d scribbles
starts and ends nose to tail
maybe
marshmallow squidges syphoned through gossamer ether
missed mist of missing moments

nope how about colour

black and greys that shamble between each other
blushing pinks with lips of rogue rouges
Golden slips that shimmer with simpering sympathies
Blacks...

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Rain washing through my open heart.
Glistening in the breaks and lacerations.
Bloodless drips abolish the evocation of pain.
Faculty of mind syphoned, immediate sublimation.
I roam eternity, interstellar dust once more
From where I came, I shall return...

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