Best Unsuppressed Poems

We are Nasty Women

When we hear haughtiness, we name it
When we see bullying, we blame it

We are Nasty Women

We do not daintily defer
For selfish whims of a saboteur

We will not walk three steps behind
We will not sheathe our sharpened minds

We are logic's clear eloquence
We are...

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We cannot tame a raging storm, so with patience, 
we must wait for the calm.          ~ by poet


The balmy afternoon had been fulgent and warm
Until darkness foreshadowed an approaching storm
Wailing winds of the nor'easter would soon...

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My heart overflows with love for you both,
My wife, my partner, my rock of both.
In you, I find my home, my peace, my rest,
My love for you is truly unsuppressed.

My daughter, my angel, my joy, my light,
You fill my days with pure delight.
Your smile, your...

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Throughout the nineteen-fifties, times were neat;
full, long flared skirts and bobby socks gals wore,
while rock and roll and doo-wop moved our feet
to music slow and fast on the dance floor.

Each Saturday, we'd all go to Hi-Y,
where classmates gathered to have fun and dance.
Most partnered with...

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IMAGINATION
Have you ever envisioned a purple moon
or snowflakes in the month of June?
Do you see funny faces in the evening clouds
or alien beings in the holiday crowds?

Can you fly like birds on high
by imagining yourself in the evening sky?
Can you swim the sparkling oceans blue
with...

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Mosiac Black Panther

There is a mosiac black panther caged in my warm breast
Does what's his name even have a clue there's a yearning in my brain I know?
For a long endless time of mine, know what it is that drives him as though
Forward or backward...

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My eyes are green, but dimmer than they used to be.
I'm Caucasian, but my skin's stained dirty.
I used to be only four foot three
with ten extra pounds, but now I'm too skinny.
Have you seen me?

With shaky knees, a camera records me
at a far-from-home gas station...

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Catch my flow 
my spiritual analogy 
my emotional flowery 
the rhythm that breeds in me 
that create such pleasantry 
catch my flow 
the energy that sears 
as I calibrate and change gears 
a groove that tantalize 
a beat you can't revise 
catch my flow 
as...

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I dreamt I wept during a breathtaking sunrise, but I had
Laughed when I shivered close to you during a sunset.
Love, your brown eyes are like a chocolate box.
Unsuppressed sentiment for each other,
My destined serenity . . .
Intertwined in your mind--
No one imagines you smiling more...

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You plan a day and never know
Exactly how that day will go
For glitches happen, even though
You’ve tried your very best.

Yet when all aspects seem to flow
And happy moments start to grow,
Your spirits soar and make you glow,
In every way expressed.

A view more lovely than Van...

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Stricken with turbulence at about seventy two inches

Yours truly issuing a deafening rebel yell
bursting forth with such might
courtesy cooking under pressure
analogous to volcanic upswell,
forcing me quickly to flap vestigial wings
(at the speed of sound)
while simultaneously karaoking William Tell

overture apple lied courtesy top of the line
supra-aural...

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Peccant Words
Written: by Miracle Man
4/20/2020

Peccant words should remain unspoken,
and unsuppressed thoughts are just the same.
Many, let words fly, and hearts are broken,
* but it’s the heart, not mouth that’s to blame.

Sometimes Satan tempts us with certain things,
but temptation becomes sin only if we surrender.
When God...

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Where do I draw my bilateral line
in a polycultural sandbox?

In-between a merely personal traumatic
severing
excommunicating
dispassionate
divesting
divorcing
marginalizing
loss and suffering event

And a larger staged
eco-political
critical systemic
potentially multi-generational
traumatic climate event.

Why does it feel important
to distinguish,
and perhaps discriminate
personal from ecopolitical systemic trauma?

Against an InsideEgo post-traumatic stress disordered
biosystem
And against an Outside EcoClimate post-traumatic...

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The sun dripped gold on dusty lanes,
Where bare feet danced through chalk-drawn plains.
The air alive with shouts and glee,
A world of make-believe and free.
No screens aglow, no buttons pressed,
Just laughter ringing unsuppressed.

Remember taguan, hide-and-seek's delight,
The whispered counts in fading light?
The breathless chase, the sudden leap,
To...

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