Best Tongueless Poems

~STRIP TEASE~     Featuring:) SKAT

Silver Skimpy Ink, String, A POET DESTROYER's bling, bling
Think of me as a human ditty delicious decoration,
Something along the line of a sweet tooth temptation
Cherry tastes, between the slit of tender toast 
Fine jumble jam slams down the...

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PERCEPTION

Before the abyss, I had it all
Letting go of all I see
My friend, I hope our time won't end
It took a short time for you to notice 
Without knowing who I am 
We talked, we became friends

Connecting the dots, missing every line
Connect them and figure...

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The darkness, now descending, floods the city as it dies
while shadows lurk in legions 'neath the looming Evil Eye.
Its frozen stare envelops all, it penetrates and pries,
denouncing loathed dissenters to the keepers in the sky. 

One’s inner thoughts are well descried before they’ve passed one’s...

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Hall of Silent Women

in valhala
in a far corner
of this martial paradise
is one small unobtrusive hall
above the heavy iron door
these words are faintly inscribed

“ the war department
 regrets to inform you
that your son……
has been killed 
in action, in defence of……”

women 
silent
row upon row
straight backed, tight lipped,...

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' The gods' spake to all who had 'wide' ears...
but all they heard was Apollo's muse....'
   

How leavened my soul to search,
   
   wooly and wild to the waxxen wind,
   
   how swift my wings...

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Sonnets XCVIII-CII

Willy Nilly
by Michael R. Burch

for the Demiurge aka Yahweh/Jehovah 

Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
You made the stallion,
you made the filly,
and now they sleep
in the dark earth, stilly.
Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?

Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
You forced them to run
all their days uphilly.
They ran till...

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SAPPHIRE EYES SAVED ME

Wrap me within sapphire eyes that saved me
Caress my thoughts as my lips kiss your all
Softly, hold me as you set my spirit free

Fingers meet unveiling your secrets thee,
in misty eyes, do quest for love's fine goal.
Wrap me within sapphire eyes that...

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How leavened my soul to search,
   
   wooly and wild to the waxxen wind,
   
   how swift my wings though my fancy yearns,

   catching sights amorous upon its brim;

The cradled seeds of creation

  ...

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Tirelessly rising, like cerosee tea to them, and apple to me
Tell them I am the Sankofa of the morning, shall we dance again
I was the Nightingale Midas could keep in the cage, the new sea
To sail, the festival beyond the extravaganza of old pain
 ...

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In the ebbing glory of the night
As the moon with a pallid face
Moved away and hid herself,
The sun with his lustrous rays 
Appeared through the cracked walls of the sky,
To wake the sleeping hamlet.

Bales of clouds of all shapes and sizes
Moved over the sun hiding...

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A culture steeped in retribution
becomes blind to freedom's contributions
accessed best through healing restorations,
trust,
virtual stuff
for democracies most resilient.

A society resisting love's innovative brilliance
comic and jazzy improvising resonance
healing ecosystemic egos dissonant
from aquatic wombs of patient advent,

Adventuring winter's iceflows of stark stuckness,
as impatient as a tongueless mess
stuck to...

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My eyes are platinum, an abyss
They reflect the midday sky, a blue relic
I blink back molten metal tears

These garments are loose bleeding petals
They hang like rolls of skin, peeling and shedding
Billowing and sagging a Gothic shape

Black and bright this sight of mine
Shimmering like veils of...

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There is a night
so dark, yet so bright.
Only the blind sees through.

There is a song
so loud yet inaudible.
Only the ear-less discerns.

There is a food
so sweet yet so bitter.
Only the tongueless enjoys.

There is a path
so wide, yet so narrow.
Only the amputees treads

May the truth set you...

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Surgeons of soundless suffering, led by ministers of madness,
The dead drown whilst muttering of intolerable sadness.

Atop the tallest towers of the dark city
Aloft spires of insanity, so do they weave 
the existential lies of mortality.

Where the living are led to conceive and so believe
That which...

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Some where between star dust
And fissioned syllables 
Our moonstruck lives gazed at
No more, context in un-utterables
Becomes the strangers at the door.
We have lost crown and glory
To thresh dictionaries for honor
Imbedded in us before.
I ponder the meaning of all I am
Hand crafted mountain
Sculptured portrait drawn on...

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