Bubonic Poems - Poems about Bubonic

...Originally published in Out on a Limb, An Anthology for Friends June 2020 “There is not a crime, there is not a dodge, there is not a trick, there is not a swindle, there is not a vice which doe......

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...Does not matter what they say.. Poetry is easy but it’s not poetry… Hallmark cliché is not a poem I am afraid.. You can spot a poet.. By their words… Spilt from lips with gusto and fervor! Grote......

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...Despite this monster inside me Despite this creature I have become Something more siren than human Beckons to the benthic of woe I must be crazy This cannot be real Then the words crawl into......

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...(Piece is intended to be the most complex vocabulary gothic ever) Grandiloquence, mellifluous pulchritudinous, gaiety of quintessential moistening serendipity, bile deluge if you show the sangu......

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...Awakening Contemplations Perception of reality changing in a second The Invention of congeniality as I wait for you to beckon The Australian informality of “yeah whatever you reckon!” The Nor......

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...The first move is on ' its reported a 15 year old boy Has died from the bubonic plauge (Black death) In Mongolia, apparently two people had it in 2021 At A place named Khovd.) They also died Repo......

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...More is so much more More than creation could have to offer The better we can do If we meddle and then we tamper Make it better it will be BIGGER THERE beneath the muscle mass The egg yolk re......

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...I have a theory Gislane Maxwell was jailed Another theory she worked with and for Epstien One more theory andrew windsor is served trial Doc's Another theory 56 million was the pre pandemic death ......

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...The green and fading afternoon as starkness sets within, behind, long shadows creep, with twilight soon. The green and fading afternoon releases brute bubonic moon. The town folks dre......

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...You scream for my attention in the checkout aisle With tales of infidelity and sordid guile. You pique my curiosity with spicy clues. Gives me those supermarket tabloid blues. You document the ......

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...Appreciating yourself, when others turn away with scorn. Each day, you must love you as the sun doth the morn! Feed your body, and nourish your dreams. Pay no mind to those who give you no heed.......

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...Halt, halt, Give Lust your hands, but NOT your hearts, For when they hover around you, You are an imminent carcass, Loitering and flapping with the disposition of a butterfly and grasshop......

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...[This is an email I sent to our nephews Mother's Day; it ends with a hard question all of us might want to consider asking ourselves in this epidemic.] 'W. and I went to put flowers on Grandma's g......

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...CORONA'S LOVE I am the innocent victim held on house arrest eating one meal a day no visitors, I was put on lockdown for shaking hands, giving hugs, and kisses, how can this be, as if I......

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...I awaken, alarmed by contagion’s dread, by the advancing bubonic omen. My muscular spasms unleash, involuntarily. My astonished malediction yawns, cavernous. I gawk vacantly in my remaining mom......

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