Best Unfashionable Poems

D  ining is fast-food
R  eading is extinct
A  ging is ugly
W alking is inefficient   
K  nitting is unfashionable
C  onversation is abbreviated
A  rt is dying
B  ackward is society...

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Child , stand up
Clothes deemed unfashionable
by followers with no individuality
Kinky locks not straight enough
according to those with no self realization
The stiffness in your tongue bearing testament
to your mother tongue, to which they laugh at, why?

You're Mahogany, sanded and buffed
well crafted and glossed to a high...

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TRIBUTES
overt
 the
 implication
& correlate
with
the
  traditional

 receptive
to
a
 witnessed
 desire

 themes
 at least
in part
 a reaction
to be
 explored

 the intent
 has
 an intrigue premise
 persuasively
 constructed
&
organised
yet hazy
concept
of  inspiration

sans rigour
questioning
or doubt
created
 through
 a complex
&  informed
relationship
of
 obedience
in
 manifested
attitudes

a refusal
to adhere
to
unfashionable
& ascribed
anathema
topically
 perceived

more
 receptive
to
 witnessed
 desire

 themes
 at least
in part
 a reaction
to be
 explored

 the intent
 has
 an intrigue premise
 persuasively
 constructed
&
organised
yet hazy
concept
of  inspiration

sans rigour
questioning
or doubt
created
 through
 a complex
&  informed
relationship
of
 obedience
in
 manifested
attitudes

a refusal
to adhere
to
unfashionable
& ascribed
anathema
topically
 perceived


NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique...

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He was out of Woodie Wonder by the stallion Sunset Hue, 
A freak thought breeding purists, who would surely end up glue. 
For greys were so unfashionable he'd never get a start, 
But this colt was a fighter with a truly valiant heart. 
 
His...

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SOME PEOPLE… 


some people beg in the corners of the streets –
cover themselves in rags of ex-clothes thickened by the streets’ slime
dig in trash for spoiled foods and dirty empty bottles
huddle above the sewage covers in the cold nights
and I hide my hands in the...

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Here I sit,  on an examination table
bored, swinging my feet to and fro
waiting for a doctor who will be able
to diagnose the reason why I feel low

I study the body posters while I wait
in my unfashionable blue paper gown
I must remember to sit up...

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Stopped a front a marble alter
guilt of crosses to bear,
unrepentant sins left to falter, 
a damage beyond repair.
Awakening a slumbered light
a soulless heart to fill,
burning a fuse that refuses to ignite
revulsion of the catholic swill.
Devils of a demented scroll,
souls rise to an angels call,
masquerading with...

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About Twenty Two Score Years Ago...

One “FAKE” rumor purports April Fools’ Day
accepted with hostile abandonment
according to Giggle ling search result
conducted by this gent
adopted when France switched

rather than fight abolishment
transitioning from Julian calendar
to Gregorian calendar,
(yet maintaining same gender reassignment)
called for by the Council of Trent

Lot affecting...

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Who feeds birds because birds are hungry?

Don't they have bread to eat because someone is lonely?

Did pupils bring forth apples for teacher because pupils were friendly?

Perhaps...... but didn't they expect something?

"Spread knowledge on me like a cake decorator with buttercream icing!!!"

Why would Mrs. Smith want...

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Whispers in her corridor voices heard
Shouts of praise maybe laughing gas
She swings open her door to let the light shine in
Gone our the days we used to frolic in the haze
Stone walkways through the ivy hedge
She just couldn't keep her mouth shut to save her...

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The merchandise looked perfect
Longing to have this master's work 
Everything about it would make my life complete
The legs were perfect even and balanced
Even the color of the merchandise glowed and I desired
It spoke to me of how it would fit in a nook in my...

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Here I stand in the gift of time
The present, living in false evidence
My existence breaths between rhyme
Truth be told, facts I fold
Shame in shold' are hope's hands holder
Hideous hooligans hide heaven helps 
Here I stand in time gifted
These are the last days scripted
Souls for sale,...

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Chapter One 
Boy into the West 

Dawn upon my cloak 
Urged and so converged were the guns 
Seeding myself with the rest 

I broke in the eye of the Sun 
Settling my mind on the heartless rapist. Time 
Rasterize the faces 

So thumb through the...

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The winter has grown very old.

She is lonely and depressed. 

Only the younger son helps her,

The modest and timid young man,

Dressed in a unfashionable coat.

He is hopelessly in love with the lovely Spring. 

February, February, my sad boy!

Your destiny is unlucky:

Every year, when you go...

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Parisians  
Paris is often on my mind, she was a pianist in an unfashionable 
night-club had a smoky voice- at least 40 a day- she looked like
a night without sex was a paltry end of her struggle to keep her 
skin, the glowing youth...

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