Best Whittle Down Poems

The folded corners and wrinkled pages
of catalogs that were tattered and ripped
From the first of October until late in December
we drooled,
we fawned,
we lusted, 
we swooned...

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Purposely, intentionally
enter out my reluctance and enter in a nose dive back into the past
a Samurai Jack experience
It has to be here somewhere
these long forgotten...

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to be a single woman in
america & aging to boot,
one must have breasts that sing to
the air (that never fall, that never
sag, that never do...

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I consume twisted winds from your soul,
To retrieve cruel love from aching hole,
I accept poisoned and twisted past,
Invoking true love that forever lasts.
.
As we have...

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You dig a tunnel and blind it with velvelt
You throw a rose on the velvelt and welcome me to the throne
What do you call my...

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Why I need a man when I am too much in a lady-like skin ?
 
There are hundreds of reasons, there must be. 
The first...

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I got a gat
that's badder than yours
My rat-a-tat-tat
makes a whole lot of noise
My metal numbers,
whether big or small,
can outperform yours
in the streets or at the...

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Whenever windstorms vaunt majestic force,
the elements of earth revise their face,
a flowing stream may even change its course
or yeasting agents alter claimant space.

Whenever windstorms vaunt...

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Passion

Passion can be very good,
But it is misunderstood.
“Passion” comes from the word for “suffering,”
So, in a sense, without buffering:

It can give, but it too takes,
For...

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He has seen the bones of me
Whittle down 
Into grains of lost sand

Has seen the heart of me
Collapse with the weight of our love
And still...

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Devices pull at my trigger
coaxing with memory vacant
to urge a splurge from me
without regret, without vigor,
an ageless chant that can't

rise to the level of ethics
or...

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Cries of beast and man intertwine,
mortals lamenting what has been done,
this night is filled with sorrow,
forever horrific scenes pressed into the mind.
From this sorrow, can...

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Hefty doctrines shape the flesh
with centuries of arrogance from
the thieving classes until every
brand wields potential to kill off
multitudes of souls asleep, yet
no longer dreaming of...

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The time has finally come, at last,
To start to whittle down the past.
I comb the closets and each drawer
For things I don’t wear anymore.

My tennis...

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READ "EM AND WEEP
I don't like to write long poems, otherwise I would be here all dayMy pencil would whittle down and all my pages...

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