Best Viscosity Poems

Viscosity of My Curiosity

The viscosity
Of my curiosity
Runs all over me.

Jim Horn...

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This is my last confession; there will be no more.

I am impercipient and slow from last night's sleeping pill,
wincing away from the harshness of day.
Kitchen...

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My boyfriend (Peter) and I went down to New Haven Harbor today.

Let’s face it, we’re surrounded by oceans,
and most of them are downright inhospitable.

I live...

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Inspired by Charles B. Widmeyer’s hymn “Come and Dine.”

COME AND DRINK

It’s inside of him who waits—
passion afore it’s too late.
The stirring of the waters, his...

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He's packin' magic Viagra
Muse infused grooves set the mood
grab ya' and stab ya' 
we're opposites 
still we speak the same language 
teach and preach truth
every...

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The Lay of The Best Man - Part Five


Have you heard about the bespectacled man who wore his glasses to bed?
Because when he awoke mornings...

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Life’s Unexpected Hurtles

We are in a race, 
for our very existence. 
It is about the idea, 
that we are here to live and die, 
and...

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Dedicate to human rights Mr. Anna Hazare activist that fought for free corrupt Indian society. 
this poem is a result of my disappointment.
Inhabitable lineal consanguinity,...

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F = phi, flow

Flow from me to you, and you to me
The fundament of what love must be

Through the sacred conduit we build
Hearts brought near,...

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To love, agapic and/or erotic,
is a positive economic-political relational choice
to trust whomever
and whatever is our Other right now
with open caring empathy,
even when we may feel...

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Gulped in the morning or sipped at night,
For a host of debilities the doc says they’re right. 
From consomme to Bovril and the dark marmite,...

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The Carousel 

As I watch my carousel standing still my only dwell
In the vortex of its spell convoluted in my only yell
My mind falls in...

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A Combined Poem

If I am limited to ten poems a day
I'm sure there must be a way 
To write all my poems until done
And will...

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Sweet Jesus Christ came to me in a dream, He crept up through the carpet. Ripping through the seams. Offering me that warm tranquil salvation...

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The Wait
The wave of sleep washed my up on the bleak shore of the awake
half remembered dreams vanished and left behind a blank canvas.
I was...

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