Excrescence Poems - Poems about Excrescence

...But breakfast’s subject beckons: the booster affair effect in Tumblr- land? The digital map surveillance co-sponsor the soccer mom sauce minivan project, relay & speech to cell battery fiasco.......

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...He has a gargoyle on the top of his nose, a knobby, kibbled excrescence The gnarly nose is outstanding, it rules his kindly face like a goblin prince. Rose hued it is crusted with craters. Poor......

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...Salve by Michael R. Burch for the victims and survivors of 9-11 The world is unsalvageable ... but as we lie here in bed stricken to the heart by love despite war’s flickering images, ......

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...Poems about Poems VI The Board by Michael R. Burch Accessible rhyme is never good. The penalty is understood? soft titters from dark board rooms where the businessmen paste on their hair a......

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...GET-DOWN LET-DOWN He took rhino muzzle excrescence For boost of his hoped for tumescence But in spite of big dose From a pachyderm‘s nose It was useless with no acquiescence 29 June 2019 ......

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...Dotard Trumpery used to disgust the "ery" excrescence ending his surname, for apocope he approached Megan Trump and poached her maiden name, to which Joshua Trump, her son naming after her, dare no......

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...THE BULL His regular emissions Worthy of politicians THE ANT To the anteater Nothing is sweeter THE SLOTH Feel his chagrin Labelled deadly sin THE TURKEY With justified reason Deplor......

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...no shortage of familiar metier real (material) aye attest welling up within thy breast merely a predicament how to winnow junk bonded barnacled accretion encrusted amidst ......

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...Imbues the ideas Imperil sanity Impinges as an arrow Inflictes invisible Irritation in soul Imprints an excrescence Influencing feelings 2-24-2017......

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...I’ve died many times And not been reborn. Nine lives were mine; Now two. Or three. Or one; This one, the last. I am the cat, But that’s not the answer. I am for you to tell. My kind......

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...Sometime in the distant past, I appealed to God for a heavenly attendant, To enter my life, to make it cheerful and happy, A couple of days prior that darling flew in my belly I realized my h......

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...The mirror reflects, obliquely, a peculiar yellow butterfly -- it flutters, flutters the specks of black my beard is made of on the breeze. A daffodil hangs down its treasure and I spread shavin......

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