Excision Poems - Poems about Excision

...Written 24, 2023, For Robert James Liguori Politics Contest ___________________________________ Politics is what triggers nations to collide. A place where powe......

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...Dihing, adjoining borderline with Arunachal, on the foothills of mighty Patkai, In the encircling mesas of terrestrial plains of high altitud......

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...Potential cause célèbre dermatological solution to stem palmar hyperhidrosis, which medical break thru a last ditch effort if Glycopyrrolate ineffective to stave off sweaty hands. Venerable Do......

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...Aged men often think that their vision will survive them with utmost precision. So they foist on the young obsolete moral dung which the young then subject to excision. <......

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...'Tis no collusion in the collision or delusion in the decision But the effusion of elision in the intrusion of the incision Accents the protrusion of provisions in the suffusion of sup......

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...A CYCLE OF HANDS THAT HARM WORDS THAT CRUSH SILENCES THAT BURY EMPTINESS THAT'S HEAVY AND NOW THESE HANDS THEY CUT.......

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...Desolation smoothed at the calming of the swell, begrudgingly accepted solitude, vacationed in Hell, nails are sore and broken from the scratching of the well, strengths gained through weakness? ......

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...WINTER TIME GRIEF… The long hot summer has disappeared over the horizon, Yielding to the arrival of the cooling Fall. Despite their approaching fate---the annual leaves’ excision, the tower t......

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...Religous idols mar my vision because all truth needs more excision. I seize the dawn for my volition, you melt within your own contrition! Be sure it fits in tightly, scold Oh generations old . . . ......

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...Silent persistence peeling skin from bone With undamaged precision Easing an imperceptible knife into flesh Exposing a fragile heart Stripped with naked vulnerability Surrendering willingly to anaest......

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...I am not a blank slate to score upon again Yet there is this gap, this hollow place That wants a name. I search for it in vain The alien presence of eyes, and of face Nothing comes back to memory. We......

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