Best Unprintable Poems

My father's tattered house breeds red demons,
and my mother's kitchen feeds black spirits, 
We grew up loving demons and black evil spirits that flies in the afternoon.
Our neighbours keep their eyes away from us, 
They shut the eyes of their dogs when ever we are...

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People find tough decisions hard to make
But each involving choice has its reward
That supersedes the price of the sacrifice,- 
A deserved prize that the soft cannot afford.

A lot of will is required to oppose
The urges that entertain the body,
The thrills that tempt the frail soul
That...

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Such a beautiful sunny day so we went out for a drive
We walked on a springy pink and purple heather carpet 
then foraged on the hedgerows bursting with bilberries 
whilst butterflies danced and swallows swept through the air
Our pedometers showed our steps as we climbed...

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A rhetorical question finds me asking 
(to no one in particular) why I recall 
the names of grade school teachers 
approximately fifty years ago (whose 
names listed below), when the need

to retrieve necessary information due
ring examinations (less time ago) 
often found me seized with sudden...

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Petersen House, Washington, D.C.  

(i admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, 
and the life and death of 
the sixteenth president in particular).

between a hard spot of whiskey 
     and draughts of arrack
nonetheless (without doubt), this...

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ISSUES OF THE HEART

For Grace Mike.

Do you remember, Grace?
Do you remember our first kiss on the altar of love?
You wrapped me in your arms and wetted my lips 
with innocent sensational emotions.
The fragment of your moans and groans rest
here in my heart, I remember that...

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among the countless thugs
   that teased and taunted myself as a boy
who exhibited blatant characteristics
   of being painfully shy and coy
attempting to remain like a statue as a decoy
which tactic nada successful employ

but only incensed and beckoned
   like tasty...

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Struggle to write

Witnessed courtesy the following poetic sight
especially when dark shadows foretell edge of night
twilight zone expanding
into outer limits of width and height
obscuring webbed wide world
subsequently where black tentacles alight.

This poetic prologue feeble exercise to encapsulate commonplace frustration experienced by fledgling author evidenced by spurious...

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[An offering for fans of Dean Martin... or not. More or
less to the tune of ‘That’s Amore’ (not the ‘In Napoli’ bit),
this is the cleaned up version of an unprintable original.
In UK ‘Old Fellow’ is a euphemism for... let’s just call it
man’s best friend.]
 ...

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Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865...
Petersen House, Washington, D.C.

I admit to own a passion
for the Civil War in general,
and the life and death of
the sixteenth president in particular
between a hard spot of whiskey
and draughts of arrack;
nonetheless (without doubt), this Yankee
would be fain to travel back
to Antebellum...

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Chyann Rose, the elegant and beautiful rose
That grows in the wilderness beneath the trees,
Its memories floats high over all our country roads,
Fluttering its leaves, dancing elegantly in the breeze.
 
Sweeping along in the cool thoughtful margin of the day
Thousands of people will see her at...

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when into scaly claws, sans first
to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner,
or Miss Rinderle).

Invariably the majority
     of elementary grades didst accord
accredited ancient authenticated creatures bored
(with exception of sixth)

     freely exercised diabolical...

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History contends that on that score
hing hot summer at 6:00 pm June sixteenth 
in the year 666 after the Devonian era, 
two lovers - a Mister Belmont Me 

and Missy Bryn Mawr Hu felt the call 
of the wild within the wilderness 
in virgin hinterlands...

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...Ideally Primed To Write...

Fallow wing on figurative
     awk kill lees heal
of: "My on call (Uncle)
     Muse Never Sleeps"-
     which hoop fully

     didst eat turn nilly app peal
ache'n to (tongue...

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Matthew delivers his latest bullet – tin...

from the Harris-Walz front
where liberal minded socially progressive
electorate doth agonizingly grunt
targeted in crosshairs scoped out 
eager and ready to be mortally wounded 
courtesy notorious big headed 
(and bigoted) infamous 
for bearing arms 
as if going on a hunt
as attested...

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