Best Unclogged Poems

There are those moments…..

			spontaneous expressions
							of life
finding expression
		through the eyes
				…the voice
					    …the hands
							…the pen
	a focus
		…centering in the being

	a channel
			…unclogged

an echo
		….without reverberation

	a joy
		…centering in...

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I fell this morning-
Stumbled over fear, surrender my bitter dressings
Kissing the distance of sanity 
Defying gravity 
Levitating toward the inevitable 

Plunging into the comfort of...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Nine

“Sire!” cried a lame yea-sayer: “I know this mad hookah addict!”
“Then drag him here by the scruff of...

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The penultimate decadal chronicle so very exciting 
The twentieth century wrote through the eighties
My young mind marveled at how the pages were turning
Frayed memory still...

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Across an azure sky
 i trailed lonely as clouds
Lost and broken
you unlocked my handcuffs
you are the love,you are the lover

In the ambiguity of reverberence and...

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Things have changed worldwide today, but not the joy
Of spring. The sounds I heard when yet a child
Of cataracts tumbling with joy, the air rinsed...

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"The streams are my veins." 


Can you hear the drum beats of fear as do I?
Does the mere sound of these fears make you want...

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I'm truly sorry for those that died.
From that cheeky little FauchXI virus...
The millions that lost jobs.
and those demonized for deflecting 
the virgin big pharma prick-

I'm...

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I believe in Love.
I BELIEVE in Love.

My faith rests assured.
Not on fabled promises, or
Test tube guesses.
My heart has felt the Motive Force.
My eyes have seen...

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#S.ONG
  A.ND
  M.OTION

Sam Swam Swooshing and Pushing Further in the Swamp...

Is it Easier to Swim in a Muddled Puddle of Murky Meanderings; Submerged...

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The sweat beads sparkle on her fair forehead
She is selling fish in her black sari
A little money for her daily bread
In the black slum she...

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in the silence of
your early fantasy dawn
breezy dreams of purple peach
i am eating you
your wavering thoughts indecision
onerous shadows of withering souls
i am eating
hidden flowers
of your...

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Trump the Pump Truck Driver
By Franklin Price
11/09/2019

Trump is who we see he is, doesn't practice to deceive
Won the plumbing job, three years ago, was elected...

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Drowned in unclogged arteries:
          thoughts.
I am going to release a swarm
     ...

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This bodily form here
Is where love spears
We choose separation
Then yearn for union
Thus creating a longing
To fill what is lacking

This game of pretence
Easy if played in...

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