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 the being

focused
		….without aim

channeling
			….its truth

echoing
			…in chambered moment

the spontaneity
			…..of now.



John G. Lawless
11/4/2015

submitted to Oil Paintings 1-2-3
sponsor – Eve Roper

painting #3...

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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 solace fed into my spirit as joy becomes mine 
Shoulders lightened 
Released the burdens.
Unclogged empty spaces looking to fill lonesome...

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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 neck be it hook or by trick!
But first when thou seest him Jap-slap him before and after!”
The unfortunate crony jerked...

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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 sonority
 my soul was asleep
 i awakened at the rhythms of your love
 you are the song,you are the singer

In...

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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 preserves them as a living treatise
Of times underscoring the arrival of the IT wave in a swing
Changed our lives morphing...

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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 to CRY?
You don't want to believe it, and hope it's all a 'Big LIE'.
Whether true or false, it's best to...

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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 of alloy
And magic in all things pastoral, all things wild

My son walks around the place a walkman to his ear
He...

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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 embarrassed to say that I thrived. 
During the height of the lockdown madness.
Didn't mind wearing a diaper on my face.
I've...

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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 the good resurrect.
Love permeates the universe.
Its power is potential
Untapped.
Not waiting or resting,
Streaming clear and pure.
Filling any void opening to
Possibility 
Of...

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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 and Immersed in Mental Entangled Misunderstandings? Negative Thoughts eating away going CHOMP* CHOMP* CHOMP* in this Getaway GET-FAR-AWAY  ...

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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 lives in a shanty

While she cleans and slices into pieces
Sweat drops shine like pearls of toil on her cheek
All blinds...

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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 to receive
All the piled up defecation that was spread throughout the land
He has unclogged the toilets and the flushing's not...

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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 turbulent heart
dwelling passion pride
unclogged tubes of vision
i am eating the freshness of
your laborious silence...

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Drowned in unclogged arteries:
          thoughts.
I am going to release a swarm
         of bees. It was your dark hour.
A father sits outside your body to collect the stings.

A restive...

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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 innocence 
However, owing to amnesia
Life becomes an enigma
By illusions hypnotised
God within but not realised

We have an infallible lifeline
To the throb...

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