Best Vestibules Poems

Femme Fatale By A Wishing Well 
  (In The Wastelands Of War)

Warm as breath on placid skin,
Soft as gentle summer rains,
Loud as natures angry clouds
That gather in ambushed lanes,
To confer with the wounded boys
Whose blood on artillery stains,
Etched with the faded epitaphs
Tattooed on her...

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Wearing her zippered jumpsuit of lime
My queen loves to survey the valley's field.
She dreams of finding a perfect place and time 
She can make her dream city something real.

Megiddo was an ancient and famous city
Where starting at Solomon's gate then entering in,
Delight, pleasance and joy...

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The typewriters tap,
with a rat-a-tat-tat,
like a fourth estate rap
to provide us the pap
(that serves as a snack with a rat-a-tat-tat)
in a newspaper scrap
crammed with meaningless crap
from the editor's yap
(spewing flimflamy flak, booming rat-a-tat-tat)
after gashing a gap
in the daily recap
with a snip in a snap-
sounding thundery...

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AUDIO VISUAL
What is a fight without a cause?
Is it just a hidden affair that has no voice?
Only knowledge that cannot be divulged and when discussed, the topic is irrelevant.
Mentality is a place of iniquity.
Mediums are designed by civil engineers to place mentally captured vestibules; those,...

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St. Padre Pio

Through emmense silence amidst the swell of violence

Take Good care of those he loves;
In certain strange ways in curiosity
With human love one can learn to equate 
Yet for Padre Pio's case;

He had found a love out of a devine source;

In closed minded attributes...

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A.W. Nutter

To many voices inside my head
Each one vying for recognition
Toward insanity I’m being led
Normality forced into remission

A child screams out in his agony
Suffering at the hands of the beast
Innocence destroyed aggressively
Lamb, the main course at the feast

An angry teen searching for love
Finds a young...

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Before it’s too late

Distant bells clatter on cloud fed weathered skies where
darkness creeps past low light vestibules, faded beams flicker 
Short skirts wave in a winter wind, breezy attributes
revealing fishnet thighs calling to the next hidden passenger,
batting lashes and blowing bubbles of stale gum placed...

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Wakeful dispensations....

Traveling down reproaches weaving road at the speed of mono sound!?

Disintegrations decay within the rearview mirrors fiery blow-by-blows

Smoke and debris transformations strewn about whirlwind trails of sins

Destructive tales to form this phenomenon through, vestibules cryptic....  

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....Crucible amid, assimilations abstract theory?!...

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A Valiant Knight 

Death springs a new day basking in the breeze
 In solemn moments lets pause to think of a place
 A far off castle in the mountains away from it all
 A valiant knight lived in the structure of it's dwelling
 Those days...

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A tattered Calico traverses the crumbling corridor
dissecting a row of dilapidated sacred structures,
each uniquely indistinguishable from the next.

The wind carries an eerie refrain
as it whistles through the splintered stones,
white-washed to harbor their degeneration.

There's a fragrant stench of wilted petals
lying dormant in stagnant waste.
This potpourri of...

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It's Not Easy When The Road Is Your Driver 

To want you to hold you to need you
 We look for love in all the wrong places
 Certain vestibules will leave a trace in
 A challenge to be free is a question of time
 With...

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Imploding organs whistle smaller that the day of crimes
That time recorded
PRISON RAT – 
                         Reflect a moving shade.
Chimneys melt like wax...

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Through the heavy hand of solemn quest

Chosen vestibules in relentless jest
Onto the corporate head through exploits support
Just a question of fools spoiling all the rules
Phat cats with blue hats in silver snaps

Chaps

Power of manipulation trying to reach the top
Power of tolerance equated through a clogged...

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I know that I should not have looked

My eyes collect the movements
that do frighten to the core
I know that I should not have looked
I’m curious all the more

For there behind the thicket 
where the beasties come to play
Lurking in the underbrush
and thorny mass decay

Drooling on...

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Dark Gothic Heart, A Valiant Knight & The inner harmony tuned to its hidden beasts menagerie 

Dark Gothic Heart

I look to the sea
viral implications take me to the surf
along the rocky ledge leads to an old abandoned house
you hear the intense pounding of the waves...

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