Garbling Poems - Poems about Garbling

... Meandering meadows broken by a tossing garbling brook…strewn..rocks hewn embossing...marbling and moss flossing Awoken whispers spoken..cantankerous coughing eddy wheezes..then a curmudgeonly ic......

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...Meandering meadows broken by a tossing garbling brook…boulders embossing...marbling and moss flossing Awoken whispers spoken..cantankerous coughing eddy wheezes..then a curmudgeonly icy mirror hus......

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...Feeling of mine towards you Makes me utter word impromptu Your cheerful smile is my heart pride Leaving for a while My body gets to fragile The one whom by seeing I'm garbling In nightmare I'm ......

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...Moss grows on the old gravestone mooring itself into the moribund marble spreading like a syphilitic rash garbling the name in shades of green the velvet glove of a thief slowly stealing the ide......

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...my latest anti CCP turtle poem-- CCP Turtles Grassing Line China’s virtual hotline Report online remarks Slander Communist Party history Crack down “bygone nihilists” Party’s 100th centen......

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...Asleep before the head hits the pillow Head filled with vivid colors swirling, amassing, mixing outside the lines Transgressions grow skyward like a bean stalk becoming a giant Worrie......

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...projection upon another all of ones faults that the mind can't seem to rap it's head around instead create an internal fantasy world in which the other is to blame were the other is at ......

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...Dawn She's So Beautiful I went up to the lake to fish early morning reverie. She was peaking over my shoulders, Dawn, illuminating my trail, my steps, past tall oaks and scattered underbr......

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...I've been misled by my opprobrium again Stuck in this continuum until the bitter end Elysian fields beckon me like a moth to flame Halcyon days gone like 15 minutes of fame Coal black devil in a ......

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...I am a witness, a living witness Tell the Sanhedrin I have tongue for sale For all evening Through thunder, hail, and rain I have seen her dancing Like a mad woman in the streets Celebrating her invi......

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...We are the children of the rim Where white gulls over blue Atlantic sing Interruptions that memories skim Across the face of altered maps for wing One feather to lift us again, high Empire in sh......

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