Best Viscous Poems

Incessant din of jammed highways
suddenly lulled to deserted streets
quiet of rustle forlorn breeze plays
laughter of birds, smiling sun greets

diamond dews glisten ruby petals
on a palette...

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water
murmurs softly,
through the cool of exhaled
breath, against the stones it whispers,
secrets

secrets,
gently spoken,
lonely unbeckoned words, 
hidden deep within broken hearts,
aching

aching,
melting sorrow
pours viscous and endless,
caressing emotions that...

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early dawn cracks the  wispy air
open , wandering around viscous spaces
like fairy shadows caressing the edge
of sleep… and the days stretch longer,
 
taller than...

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O hear I chant clinging to a sullen northern shore,
tempestuous serene rocky beach that you so adore,
sultry soliloquy sturdy stifled structure sings,
a witness of forgotten...

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Slowly, gracefully your leaves dance in the early morning breeze,
gold edges winking seductively as they pirouette past reaching limbs.
Like blazing dreams they mesmerize me as...

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Corona virus sent to try us 
Unnerve  Confuse  deplete  divide us 
It comes to scare it comes to kill 
The vulnerable the...

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Reporting live on the soup, with Americas MOST. WANTED. POETS.
 Standing here with our host John, 
With an exclusive update on criminal poets, captured and...

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You stung me with your waspish words
Injecting poison into my very soul
Again and again with those stinging syllables
Your words buzzed around my brain
Still you flew...

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Threatening predators have a nose for fear
Frantic anxiety, mixes with your own body scent
The sick anxiety that can paralyze
glue yourself in a viscous oil sludge
In...

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Two Rivers

Stark naked she slowly shrivelled her exposed vacant mind

shed dry viscous tears and filled the empty river in vain

Exhausted petrified her and the stream...

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Morning draws the air's curtain open
wandering around viscous spaces
like an August goddess caressing the edge
of sleep… and the days stretch longer,

wider than maple alleys quietly...

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I am the Hatter who is mad, they say.
Gone around the bend in every way.

A loon of the sorts who adores riddles and tea, 
drowning...

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Doubt wraps me in a fabric of uncoated leaves
on this near treacherous waning eve
as  orchids rest beneath viscous cloudbursts:
I feel distanced from the elements...

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Life can be beautiful and long. Or life could be short and depressing. Some people 
act happy when they are sad. Their anger will grow...

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Inside-Out with all the psycho-babble.
Multifaceted melange - merry and melancholy.

My pen’s prophetic,
authentic,
inadequate.

Hazel eyes that ponder divinity:
See the world.
See God through the world.
See the people.
Empathize with...

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