Concentrated Poems - Poems about Concentrated

Forgive me my dearest friend please, I remember the days with your intimacy, ...

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I find that modern concentration camps are now hygienically focused, fully concentrated upon themselves. There, every glass wall is a two-way mirror for the neatly dressed minds of swamp dwellers, thay who slave away weaving truth and lies together. Nevertheless, germaphobia feels dirty all the same. The eye in the pyramid has gone blind. Under Benjamine Franklin’s bed the minted scrimshaw of crisp 100-dollar bills is...

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Loves complicated seems we neglect details keep each other feelings in perspective sorting through details getting it right making it last complimenting one another meaning everything we say in regards to one anothers feelings we put our pride away settling down doesn't mean settling for anything Love , money and marriage means respecting what the other needs I aint gonna be She won't let me Baby, Baby what we gon' do Getting it right making...

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Isis was tired of being all things to all Ancient Egyptians. Why am I the goddess of marriage, fertility, magic, motherhood, medicine and the dead? No one had an answer. I am going to concentrate on one thing, she stated. Motherhood. But her brother-husband Osiris was killed, so she resurrected him instead, so she could be a mother. They had Horus,...

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I ate; I ache; Now I smell up the air; passing those flatulent gassy breeze; Inhaling warm air, burping a bleach; Constipated, concentrated dreams; Reality pinching me at the seems; Evacuated; Re-leaved myself; Now I deposited wasted products; Inhaling warm air, burping a bleach; Biodegradable stents; Reality pinching me at the seems; Constipated, concentrated dreams; Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018 © 11/15/18...

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Thankyou And Farewell - Charmaine Chircop's Blog In One Spot Concentrated My poems in one spot are concentrated; Should I either have waited or hesitated; So to pass test, What will be best? Be put in other places I contemplated. Jim Horn Charmaine has her poems all over the place. Her name reminds me of Charlemagne....

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Cancerous cell confusion Bodies broken Last words spoken Passive patent pollution Constant consumption Catastrophic corruption What is right? And what is wrong? Plastic parasitic pathogens What is real? And what is fake? Artificial flavoring The less I have the more I take To satisfy this selfish taste This to be humanity's fate Nothing more and nothing less Am I real or am I fake? Is it late, to change my...

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. Sap of the lovely Sugar Maple Concentrated by heat On that golden biscuit What a lovely treat...

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