Best Xxv Poems

Soul,

Give . . .

and I shall take

. . . shelter

in the bask of your bosom

slipped in bed side
with satin sheets

uncovered

. . .

there and only there

vibrations_

etch my name
upon the edge
of your
naked soul

I'm yours for the taking

no hesitation

breathe me in 
and hold me to the warmth
of the...

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Any face of before was there suppressed;
Two and no one the sinner’s wicked face
Was looking; and such way slow pace progressed.

As the green lizard when so strong lambastes
The heat wave of day, then changing the hedge
Just lightning looks like passing the road space,

So looked like,...

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The bully-the-pussies fat ass
Doesn't care for our middle class
"America First"
Means the wealthy are nursed
By the troll whose tower is brass...

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Unquotable quotes: Witch-Doctors and Tribal Headmen – XXV (Part Two)

Which Asian “King” would crown himself “Emperor” during an elaborate theatrical ceremony while facing and exhorting the ruins of his Illustrious Ancestor’s capital?
Which commoner army captain would seize power through skill and grit to crown himself...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXV

IF you pull a long face
Neither side in tug-of-war giving way
Pull in the name of the Populace
Neither side will lose face e'ven if they bray

But if you pull a long surly face
In fear your own clan might...

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Some would say everything happens for a reason, others can say it's a perfect 
mistake, regardless it has happened. I wish I could tell you what has happened 
but I don't know. "Always go with your gut feeling" people say. Right now, I 
don't know...

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I met the vampire just as the Sun set 
this would be an adventure I just bet;
Fable was already waiting for me 
she said ‘This is the start of your journey.

Now how do you think that this will begin?’
‘Well’ I said ‘Maybe I just count...

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IF ever I had a country : XXV - XXVI

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Don't think I don't think about you. It's been rough without you. Even though I've never really had you it's been tough without you. For days, I ponder on certain ways. To praise, the beauty of your words even though your smile had me hooked...

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Sonnets XXV-XXXII

Archaischer Torso Apollos (“Archaic Torso of Apollo”)
by Rainer Maria Rilke
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

We cannot know the beheaded god
nor his eyes' forfeited visions. But still
the figure's trunk glows with the strange vitality
of a lamp lit from within, while his composed will
emanates dynamism. Otherwise
the...

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Lack of communication 
Can be redeemed by the body's
Language of love—
It is where hearts beat truth

Beyond words—
Not like something magical
Or ethereal, 
But carnal, and human

Seeing that word—it triggers
All the shameful reasonings of the
Other minds and the hearts—
But what happens,

What happens when touch triggers
Life's real meaning?
Somehow...

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And these memories
in which my arteries are doused
Though they spaked
in dexterous tones of carnage
seeking foreign sanctuaries
beyond the hallowed elation I propose
Yet half-wittedly she saunters
into baneful gambit...

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As we journey into Greatness,
Be devoted, Put in your Strength
Expect the Best, but despise not the Rest.
Good things come to those who wait.

As we Journey into Success
Beware of Unreasonable Goals,
They may have you excited,
They will ultimately be your dejection

As we journey into Purpose,
Take note of...

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pulse on the roots of my hair
spread on the bed

i ripped off my sheets to find consolation
my fingers bled

searched every corner for a crumb of freedom
the city stayed

saw the blinds shaken from the storm
my future is dead.
...

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beauty is not the spell of sight;
airy alakazam mars might
la-de-da leases passion prunes
bounty bewitchment urges glued

neither is beauty smeared music;
crumbling crescendos pruning panic
moaning melody, rustic riffs
concerto grosso feelings prick

beauty is all but tampered fate;
generous nature smooth sketch creates,
nor beauty is an apt asset;
blue business -...

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