Long Gyrated Poems

Some days I wake up 
Brush my teeth with anxiety 
And braid my hair with pain
There are days I chafe at my dark skin
As insults burn holes in my heart as I walk in
The school...

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Once there was a youthful, bubbly butterfly.
Who loved to fly under the sunlit azure sky.
        Colors of joy reflected from her iridescent wings
     ...

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My daughter and I have started working out
at a local gym.We have done water aerobics
and ever the over achiever I decided to try
Zumba as well.It will be fun ,I convinced myself.
I love dancing and it...

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I was a bed and mattress tester, a dream job like that of a yellow moon.
I tested the comfort of beds, pillows, etc., for night is ever coming soon.

I studied sleep patterns too, like vivid...

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In the twentieth year on the 11th day of the first month
I saw a vision and the skies open up before me

As I stood facing the south direction the Sun began to dance
In colors of...

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MICHAEL JACKSON
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They called him a wacko,said he's a cracko;
But on the dance floor,he made them go loco.
He was nicknamed smelly,gyrated his belly;
But he danced like his birth was from a can full of jelly.
Born at...

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I stood hidden in the shadows, watching
as Salome, clad in flowing veils, gyrated
to the music, exuding sensual richness.
Herod leered drunkenly at her vibrant body.
Overcome by uncontrolled lusty desire
he promised her anything that she wished for
and,...

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Brimming with youth,
with lips full,
eyes in bashful droop,
she was tall,
and eyes stared,
open and wide,
as she walked in an open hall,
she gyrated maddeningly,
and smiled beautifully,
teeth flashing,
as if lightening,
her contours made the show,
still more exciting,
as she shrugged...

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A lady I know with a heart white as snow
Inquired as to why I write – 
The things I do, for me or for you, 
Recognition or simply delight?

I was struck by her question
That required...

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I had the craziest time at the Squigglehawk ball
all the Frazzlefairies were bouncing off the wall,
Jellyfunts were swinging their enormous trunks
as they boogied away with pongalicious skunks

Young Squigglehawks gyrated in the balmy air
wearing pink tutus...

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Politicians seem to have an inborn propensity for inane chatter.
They'll WALTZ through a media event leaving many things unsaid,
And TWIST the truth 'til you're left with useless JIVE REELing in your head!
They are renowned for...

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She’d show how much she loved me
she said, but I’m not sure of the amount;
forty seven different ways I think
but I really nearly lost count.
She ducked and she dived,
she gyrated and she turned
to show me...

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Creep of extremism leaches in bloodstream, numbing
Route of innate thought unpenetrated, retains nothing
Sacred to the self, - stiff agendas pose as omniscient
Obscures own findings, carves our fragile opalescent 


Ignores the phosphor we all hold, outlooks...

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The Air We Breathe Is Provided By
Leaves
By: Tom Wright
10-29-04 

Foliage that in spring was chlorophyll laced,
Yielding the comfort of shade for a season. 
A leaf’s life span, in thought, I’ve traced,
It’s God’s provision for a...

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A Sequel to “A Leaf”
called
“A New Leaf”
By: Tom Wright
8/16/00
I once penned lines
thirty years ago.
Of a falling leaf
that had touched me so.
As it corkscrewed,
and gyrated,
it captured my eye.
Cascading downward,
from it's canopied sky.
At that time, my reflection,
it's...

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They danced upon their blood
as they crushed their tender bones
like a nut eater breaking the seeds 
and when they sucked their marrow
which moved them like laughing-gas
like ashen jackas they laughed
and exposed their bloody fangs.
They gyrated...

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