Best Unpracticed Poems

Sinister intentions are met with solitude
A ghastly grin greets the grimy windows
And who knows where the words will begin
But we all know they'll end in some awful rhyme
So forced and juvenile we'll be shaking our heads
And clucking our teeth in frustration
At the pretentiousness of it...

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As your wicked fingers crawl onto the tightened metal,
I feel myself loosing control, reminiscing my presence
as if it is the holy lord's forbidden prayer,
That is toxic, yet it shows me the unknown fantasies...
As those pointed fleshes thrush onto the keys,
I dissolve in the waves of...

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She rails at unseen whisperers,
un-wrappers of gooey carmels.
Her hat is high and so am I,
drunk on her liederkranz chanel.

I imagine a well-placed apple
replacing her feathered chapeau.
An unpracticed William Tell zings
her headless with his bow.

Clever subtitles explain the plot.
The score sets an ominous tone.
Things are fine...

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First borne kin of me loin, why just like yesterday 
Unbeknownst to this then unpracticed dada how tempus fugit 
   Will in a brief flash (like time lapse photography) steal a way
Thine eldest lass swaddled, pampered and attended with oye vay
  ...

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The sound of throttled fury,
The ricocheting of muffled guns…
Creeds forced down the unpracticed cords,
Swallow or face a close-range shot.

Success from some, 
Failure from the others…
Blown skulls and splattered blood,
Take responsibility and bathe
In the bloodied glory…

Now, what use are your creeds?
Tell, which loving Allah is so...

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For a reason unknown I awoke in the night
While the sun approached the edge as it might
If it wished to awaken this side of the ball
With the slightest of nudges, if any at all.

No. I’d have to say, having given it thought,
That the sun, in...

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Patient Hope is on a stoic decline
The celluloid tread mill 
is crybaby set 
on an aorta sob incline —  
A cardio faithless, vertical whine

Shouldering the weight of personal decisions,
is seen nowadays 
as an irresponsible, bulimic activity

Cares of the world
will surely take an unkind toll...

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You were too cool to think the same things were neat that I did-
            the mundane was beneath the notice of your evolved intellect.

You would not have deigned to explain the pinhole effect of...

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I had a heart, 
that now has gone from me
Into a world,
and across a sea.

A newborn heart,
who slept upon my breast
As unpracticed breath
pulsed his tiny chest

I had a heart which,
too briefly I called mine
And now am left heart-begging:
Please, Mnemosyne!

I had a father’s heart,
that filled to...

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Persistent insistence,
   Dragging pride like a shadow.
All tongue and flesh and distance:
Persistent insistence
To previously unpracticed resistance-
   Oh, to be so shallow.
Persistent insistence,
   Dragging pride like a shadow.  


"Reputable"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith...

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Kindness consists of love in action,
not just feelings of warm fuzzies.
It’s done not in self-interest,
but is repaid in other ways.
Staying selfless, not selfish,
not transacting one-sidedly,
it makes both parties smile,
even bringing joy’s tears.

Acts of kindness are intentional,
not accidental or involuntary,
but may be random in effect,
spontaneous, unrehearsed,
unplanned,...

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The (tongue In Cheek) Balm...
Of "permanent" Sleep

Abbott, nothing beats the
     immortal heavenly reincarnation
     after mortality odometer
     unexpectedly set to zeros
preparing deceased
     body, mind and spirit,
    ...

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This country has been washed white 
Clean of carpetbaggers  centuries
But we do not forget common things
Like bodies black
And tossed away before the eyes
What marks miserable memory then
Is not the story telling new
How vulnerable is the hoodlessness!
The pathological mendaciousness
Unpracticed because unneeded before
Yawns like a badly...

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old simon

he hides beneath the brim 
of an old straw hat with many years
of service pressing down to shade
eyes of unknown hue 
so long have they been
in exile from the sun.

a service smile sat
uncomfortably on his lips
as if not used to such 
a fortnight position
unpracticed,...

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Gotcha! Once respectable haute cuisine thief Sue She...,
a septuagenarian renown for his trademark prank
to steal himself into a neighboring house,
and prepare an elaborate meal
unsuspectedly nabbed gorging
(ala man versus food
Adam Montgomery Richman fame
Brooklyn, New York boy)
at an undisclosed location.

When asked why
he left figurative bread crumbs
to the...

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