Long Mutating Poems

Hi.
We don't have a lot of time,
or, well, I guess you do,
but I don't,
so let's plunge right into the first big question:
Which came first, form or function?

False dichotomy. No such thing as a totally dysfunctional...

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Family. Love. BOOSTER


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Perpetual Quandries of Dischord

Permanent irreversible Attatchment disorder
A lemonade stand at the Mexican Border
A traumatised disorganised old lady hoarder
The incriminating evidence on an old tape recorder 

Elements of discontent shivering through a crowd 
Firmaments of promises...

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Since English language my mother tongue, no surprise...

etymology encurtains, encompasses,
and encapsulates healthy fixation
why I can spend countless hours
engrossed with printed material
courtesy select magazines or books,
plus aiming to craft satisfactory
poems or prose as an avocation
to share...

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They parachuted in the sky with a mission to live or die hundreds of them bond together, cruising in the skies and surveying the hills .I watched from earth with curiosity as they broke the...

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In a world of confusion
Its all an illusion
Of mentally abusing
The masses at large

It’s not surprising
That humanity
Is downsizing
And mutating into the grotesque
All at the behest
Of the powers that be
That desperately
Want to see
The pedestal
Removed from thee

They crave...

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Rapacious  Itch 


It felt things coming, 
The undeniable bottom feeder reality, 
Where thought had no credulity, 
Where irrational emoting ruled, 
Void of mind’s prep, 
Blind of light’s revealing purpose. 

Such remained 
This well-rehearsed and...

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I can tell 
by the way you’re looking at me,
you got mutated desires
Everything is gonna change,
	once we crossover into the intimacy lane
	When we make our first intimate toll exchange,
everything is gonna change ...
Into mutated desires
I’m...

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Predator drone recording:- 6.00am
 
The dawn sky dramatic 
Multi-coloured in rainbow array
Mutating flares of crimson reds
One portent Wednesday.

Overhead the predator drone motionless
Metallic silver it's planed wings
and tip pointed nose

Alarming to view it's presence 
Though reassuring...

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What has been done on heaven
Will be done on earth,
They coming, the new movement set,
The mass delusions created by the state
The lies that built the world
The mason architecture 
The great pyramid, the human project 
Mutating...

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Neither the clang of swords, nor the rattle of guns
Nor the devastating drop of bombs nor bomber’s motion
But a hush-hush research in quiet laboratory in a far corner
Producing mass-killing virus to infect and spread afar
To...

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Across the white of table bread and yellow plated cheese
Upon the black fictitious grapes, it wheezes its disease
It crawls, its scrawny legs cluttering the revulsion's sight
Look at this nocturnal insect parading pride in pallid light

And...

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they recreated the virus to find what would naturally destroy it
research had shown that re-evaluating what existed to find
what might exist could
allow us a greater understanding of the virus.
from mutating and regenerating
to overpower any cure...

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(My poem is done in Mixed Rhyme which is a form created right here on PoetrySoup by our fellow poet, Ernesto Santiago.)


Things will get worse!
Year after year, of course.
Spend some time planning survival,
don't be blind,...

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Once upon a time
Distant memories 
Dawning of morning crystals
Glittering reminder of starlight tears
 
In sunbeam's brilliance
Lighting jewels shine
Songbirds break into chorus
The smallest fragment of a breeze alerts
 
The senses whistling
Melodies explode
Through the branches leaves lament
Observing...

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Last few days alone I am lying,
Friends also stopped visiting.
Mom, you are also not returning.
With whom I will be talking?

Long back Papa said, mom will come, my son
When the rainbow will touch the horizon,
Mom will...

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I don't die, I just disperse !


I don't die, I just disperse !
From a rock to a stone and as a stone to sand !
I don't die, I just disperse !

From sand into a plant...

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There, just beyond that dream. There’s my life ripped at the seam.
Then there’s my friends, the pot-heads and dope feens.
And there’s a hole, in the dark; void of light; missing a soul.
Glowing with ambition. Growing...

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-I think of the enemy as many, varied, ever-changing and eternal. Fighting them is like 
fighting a many-headed monster, which, each time a neck is severed, sprouts a head even 
fiercer and cleverer than before.You...

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“In situations of captivity the perpetrator becomes the most powerful person in the life of the victim, and the psychology of the victim is shaped by the actions and beliefs of the perpetrator.”
? Judith Lewis...

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Longevity dreamers don’t wanna
deal with me
I’m short straw bad for good health
Liquidators that are paid handsomely
to handle the hazard,
don’t quite make it home safely
after coming in direct contact with me
Material perks comes with a radioactive...

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The laws of attraction, rules or abstraction?
For keeping life in check and at bay.

Is love and the divine merely centrifugal force sublime
and God a form of magnetism, attraction that sways?

If we look deep out our...

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“we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love concurred”
(line of inquiry)

Tears fell upon a senseless blank page,
as self-pride suppressed...

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His policy views shift randomly
with the ever changing political winds
Whatever he ousted yesterday — 
tomorrow, presto change-o ... 
tweetle de dum, it’s blowing back in

Mirror, mirror chimera,
a thousand faces that constantly change
Mirror, mirror chimera,
your countenance...

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Etched in my soul
is the peace of a lonely ruin,
an old chapel on the skull
of a hill surrounded by pastureland
and wind-swept trees.
Below a lake stretches into the distance,
its waves lapping the mottled shores,
its waters harboring...

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