Best Undoes Poems

What should I say to describe this empty feeling,
 like I'm missing something I could call Home.

How would I come to deny a thought revealing,
 given time and place, I'd invent my own.

A time spent in a state of agonizing pain,
 A place of worship...

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She is all about appearances, creating the right look
She wears glasses she doesn't need and carries around a book

She's the naughty librarian, her hair tied up in a bun
Don't let her looks fool you, she is definately about the fun

If she calls you to her...

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You should know
I’m not who I am
The one who you see living an everyday life
Being paid for the job he’s doing 
Sometimes with pains in his back 
Or in his knees
The triumph of stupidity giving him migraine headaches  
He who reads the papers and...

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Fly in orbit, fly in creep, 
Margin on the edge of sleep,
Feast your portion from the best.;
I would bargain blood for rest! 
Leave your frantic fantasies bare, 
Sculpted onto empty air. 

Fly, you have not heard my plea.
You zoom in on my ear, my knee....

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“The Tear”



How many oceans of salt 
does it take to form a tear?

Unrelenting waves of sorrow 
pounding a broken heart
hears the howl of sharp beaked foolish flying monkeys
ignorant feeding frenzies swallow whole lost families 
swept up by the brooms of bitter winds 
fouled by gormless...

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Sinful Curves
 
Sway and twirl thy shape and show me thy curves.
Tilt thy neck, and unfold thy whimsical golden locks.
The sensations thou leave, erect mine wicked dull nerves.
Spin and twirl in a seductive manner; a sight unorthodox.
Reveal to me thine firm and luscious breasts.
Uncover thy...

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Beneath a parapet of color rich and bright
the shiny sidewalk beckons me to come 
closer to his revels closer to his warm caress, 
As the rainy afternoon remises light 
two mesic hearts begin to drum 
in keeping with the rhythm of love's guess  
...

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You dont have to be moved, 
we are already in a revolution
A different kind, one where futures are decided on couches in front of the television.
One which undoes it all
Implanting the seeds that usurp 
 men and women; both old and young along with their...

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In total darkness flesh rests
and at first light rises.
Sky blue eyes search 
bibles and cookbooks for direction.
Bless cheeks with pink powder blush.
Punch dough down.
Dress fingers in white flour dust.
Invoke a flame.
She commands all the elements,
motions us to stand and watch
at her tall stove-pot.
We peer over...

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Death’s fair haired blue-eyed boy
Rode his white horse into the West.

Where they stepped the flowers
Trembled in the earth.

A sign?  A significant coincidence?
Like meeting death in a bar
Or someone you never knew in a ruined garden?

The night was awash with stars,
Rotating galaxies, black holes.

Alpha and...

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Kavanaugh the Jury’s out, guilty or not guilty... you decide!
Supreme judge divine
or lying swine?

Suspect Diaper
Smelly and crappy
must change nappy!

Phew what’s that smell
Left parting ‘gift’
farted in lift!

 Hangover from hell
Too much drink ...
sick in sink

Burning from both ends
Oops, I forgot
chillies are hot!

Vasectomy Clinic Appointment
Undoes his zip...

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Limericks crochetés: What if what he warns’s true sin?

Is he the wrong man said the right thing
Though it’ll be wrong to agree with him
   Who know darn well we mean
   Such the omen of Djinn
Now it’s just as likely he might...

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My Santa sack was filled with poop
To many this news ain’t a scoop
I’ve perfected the art
How to write about fart 
I've posted about them on soup

I’ll divulge about Aunty Mable
who eats sprouts whenever she’s able
she made some sprout soup -
a vile manky gloop
then farted at...

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Guilt is immortal

Grief can live only in the tender hours,
in the sweet bittersweet tender days -
the days who number some number
unknown to all, felt by each...

If guilt makes its home where
seeds of grief are sown by circumstance,
watered by the downpour tears of the broken,
lit by...

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Like a raging sea
crashing into reality
faces enlightened
feelings enhightened
the heart and mind pulled
the urge is in full
but the climax not filled
the fresh water distilled
the fizz and the buz
goes flat and undoes
the water still ripples
as the mind slowly cripples
the near overflow
bubbles down to a low
and the ocean...

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