Long Maladroit Poems

It is all very well for Mr. DesCartes
to think with his mind
and therefore be with his body,
yet this fails to explain
why when I think happy and healthy
I feel like I am more,
and when I think...

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* My take on the theme of my contest. Just for fun. 

A canopy of silvery stars speckle the ebon expanse above me, at once beautiful but at the same time, taunting. For if these...

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transmitted trashy talks
(partially presented pablum pertaining 
     particularly - president penis (PAC -
     phallic action cum mitt tee)   
     portfolio playboy...

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Resting in Benign Pleasure
By Sy Roth 

They watched me, 
Waiting for a segue.
Continuously gazing at me 
A waxen bowl of fruit
Tantalizing, 
Clinging to my every move
Like lichen on the leeward side of an ancient oak,
Like...

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Transmit transpire anti social copious methods of blank balled fissures of disastrous mistruths on the border of hell raiser dispatch piss filled like rats on a stinking/sinking ship, inbred senate cowardice akin to the O.K....

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She introduced herself to the staff as their new vice-principal.
It was not the truth,
Not quite a lie yet either.
In truth, she had
Warned the principal
She was after his job.
The principal did not get to choose
His own...

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They said that you are blind,
Yet I can see you with my mind,
 The piecing through my spine,
To me you are but tote sacrifice,
A jar of an oozing surprise!

They again called you trust,
A trip merely...

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The child is maladroit.
you should not take him in.
There are too many precious vases
on which he might lean.

Or he might slip and smack his head
against a glass display.
Let him stay until he’s grown
or he’ll ruin...

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Your mother’s glass. The only one in the cabinet that
does  not  match  the others.  It’s  beautiful.    Purple

crystal scattered on linoleum like a layer of fine
mauve  dust....

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Tees and Cees
Loopholes online firms exploit
In very small print on transaction documents a normal eye seldom spies and sees
Until legal implications take him for a maladroit

Too gullible to bother
Too illiterate to placate
Too fallible 
And too...

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I sit,
slightly hunched over,
Pall Mall in my left hand,
listening to Gail Pettis
In the Still of the Night.
The furious baseline
comes at me like the turbine
of a plain with an identity crisis.
On come a serene voice;
"In the...

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A cracked and empty skull
makes a beautiful flower pot,
desk tidy or paperweight.

Place a nightlight in that osseus cave
and it will become a small table lamp.

Through the ages
monks have harvested skulls;
some sanctuaries and chapels
are built on...

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A grotesque guest arrives
cryptic look,I know he is naïve

A quiescent world of mine
The table where I dine
Susurration of silence of my room
Felicity of my walls, all of it so etheral

But it seems,I lost all of...

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