Gesticulation Poems - Poems about Gesticulation

...MANNERISTA   affected     poses florid    ornament maneira    fine     & free preconception  perceived    in     the left              field distorted  elongated    exaggerated       ......

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...I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub (a poetic partial fiction blended, diced, fricaseed, marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, stewed... with fact) Hmm... ......

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...I began with questions that seemed ordinary, Were they, but, simple? The self within was wary; Started with small matters of curiosity, Birth and death causes and effects seemed paucity...! I s......

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...I relished being hungry for Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub whereby the missus didst potchke created whirling dervish hubbub after enjoying repast, (fit for a tarnished king), yours truly a......

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...Hmm... on second thought lemme join anorexic club until rib cage protrudes taut and visible doubling as drum to drub synchronized within heart of darkness, especially when electrocardiogram exhi......

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...Feature cannot function Humanity one more level Yet all is unseen The problems dwell Partial gesticulation Fungi never grow tall Subjugation kicks in Avenging the tall An eye cannot light......

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...I relish being hungry for popslop grub... (on second thought lemme join anorexic club until rib cage protruding taut and visible doubling as drum to drub synchronized with heart that goes lub d......

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...After about fifty years as married wife the last three fraught with strife obvious telltale signs of terminal illness rife hysterectomy irrevocably didst jackknife at the least severely incapacit......

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...Virility Imperiled Manhood Emasculated (mine) No sense of accomplishment prevails to date analogous to kudzu... inadequacy runs rampant recurring theme extant within poetic endeavors, and often......

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...Yukon just coon sitter me a copacetic, energetic, ironic language lover (English is ma lingua franca late mother tongue), who waxes poetic, but tall so one babbling, creaking, and dabbling dis arming......

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...a limning rush of sinister fiery angry flames bent avast analogous copse, where every limb bough, bore full roaring furnace hot blast spewing weighty incendiary volcanic ......

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...A rather dashing and exquisitely designed purple weather balloon was racing against a dark grey sofa, a beach towel, a cotton bud and a statue of king Kong the eighth. Across the beaded sky joined by......

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...Interesting regarding a walnut. Pacing perking perching. Wow. In a hooped skirt hopping. Hoping shell just keeps safe. Much leaping many leaves. And chiming is neither timing nor temperature gauge. A......

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...They say that success is a sharpened blade, And I whet mine each day so carefully. In the steel my reflection ever ablaze My eyes glint with blunt functionality. Slicing precisely—a delicate proc......

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...Dear son, I am told I should tell you things not in books It is hard for me to begin Your mother said only what is in the book I know I think m......

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