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 and giggled
mutilating each page
until the pictures faded.

Sears and Roebuck, 
Monkey Wards 
JC Penny’s, 
Macy’s, Mattingly’s, K-mart.
Our wish list grew long
more...

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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 anything but
what the magazines show on
their covers).

to be a single woman in america
& aging, one must have an ass that
is...

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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 memoirs pieced together yet never mentioned
never verbally spoken nor handwritten
They were at the time impossible, unimportant
and still so, yet this...

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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 been cheated by dimension & time,
For now we connect and our bells toll in chime,
Each dusk & dawn enlightens common...

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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 reason is perhaps loneliness.  
Over-pouring. Overflowing. 
Fictitious characters of books bid farewell, at last.  
When stove sends signal....

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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 mall
I can go big
like a 357 Mag cannon
I can go small
like a 9 mil 'Retta soul getta
I got a gat,
my...

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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 crime?

You water down my wine and whittle down the sparkle
You savour my stew and make  holes in the cooking...

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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 a scouring sweep,
the earth responds with curling, naked shame
while trees and blossoms anchor down to keep
their coats from shredding in...

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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 glory really take flight?
in time to come it may do.
Fight on in sorrow's grasp you red,
you fight for tomorrow's light.
The...

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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 all corruption resounds
with shame the game they play.
To whittle down our passion ticks
their wave pounds as it surrounds

the magnetic magic...

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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 held my hand

Watched me journey
To so many dark places
Packed his bags and came too

Saw the struggles that ensued
When as I...

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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 every heart it lifts, it breaks!
If you feel it, then you know,
There is no other road to go

Down that gives...

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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 shorts for younger thighs;
My Reeboks worn for exercise.
My wide-leg jeans so full and loose
I’d be accused of style abuse.

My denim...

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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 salvation.

The cocktails inside the needle
whittle down the natural response,
churning fraud from every cell
once hearty and willing to fight all
threats foreign...

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As we age, we whittle down
The things that we can do
Or the ways that we can do them
So we last the whole day through.

I’ve whittled down my exercise
And how much I can drink.
My energy’s been whittled 
And my brain’s begun to shrink.

I’ve whittled my acquaintances,
Though...

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