Long Objectify Poems

The bar is tacky and unclean. The lighting early modern neon.
dead insects litter glowing tubes.
I found him in the corner nursing an empty glass.

“Are you recording this?”
“Yes.”
“Good, very good”

“Let’s get started then. Are you a...

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Mitchell: The most expensive working girls employed by this establishment are what I call shielas. Class A shielas include all specimens of female physicality who were blessed to have inherited near perfect DNA, have taken...

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The greenness of their tall but human like bodies spoke for them most times when they talked, when they conversed in their Vegril common language, because chlorophyll had been researched as thoroughly as one would...

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In my blooming brokenness,
        I seek for a 
    clue of something meaningful,
but what if nothing    of velvety value
   ...

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Momentarily
          by Odin Roark

How elusive the quest
To place oneself in sync
Wavelength to wavelength
Response to reply

So many agendas beg ignoring
Those places where integrity remains suspect
Where job
Marriage
Relationships
Friends
Acquaintances
Eye contact
Undeserved...

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It's a guy who grew up with good morals
People with the purest of souls
Raised to excel and exceed
Born to treat
Attentive and sensitive

They spent minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years
Time without boundaries
Listening to the problems and...

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The way the tulips dance for me
Objectify my heart for the masses
Eclipsed by effervescent rays
Twisted and torn apart like frail butterfly wings
Immortal psalms spoken to a tree
In order to free the mind
From a rapture of...

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He is a sad man, badly flawed, but hardworking
He believes he is beyond reproach, just like many proud men do 
That face does not crack a smile; a sign of 'weakness' it is to him
His...

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So tell me what gives you the sense that it’s right

when you see a female that delights your eye

to move in, and take the opportunity do some creepy touching

to touch inappropriately and the plead it...

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Lord Denis Healey was an intellectual Labour MP, 
Who represented Leeds in the Commons for 40 years,
From 1952 until 1992,
When he could at last objectify as a Lord his real tears.

He was a Beach Master...

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In a weightless state of tranquility, 
paraphrasing relentless thoughts of motion 
in my head into words, which 'til now 
have laid dormant in unsung verse, waiting
for you to shine brightly upon them. 

Freshly painted impressions...

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The process is easy, theory simple, action not complex at all

You tense a muscle, physics follows law and chemistry combines

The reality, as so often, is different

Your eyes blink in salt, your heart pounds, your lungs...

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Contemplating on my brevity, 
I find sincerity in my integrity-
I’m a visionary with a muse so deep 
             I write with intensity. 

Reflections...

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Am I No Longer Desirable to You?		By Robert Denton (November 2014)

Am I no longer desirable to you?
I don't even desire myself.
Angered by bodily dilapidation
That has nothing to do with aging.
I don't even desire myself
The way...

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There'll be no bets placed
None to make it up to you
None to suffice the ending of our story
Was it love or just you wanting to objectify someone

This was apocalyptic in the end
It was good for...

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Exclude the outgroups
Free Pass.
Objectify women
Free Pass.
Solicit aid from a hostile foreign power
Free Pass.
Express your admiration for tyrants
Free Pass.

How long,
For how many, many more times,
Must we make excuse for our present mistake?

Smoke and mirrors,
Misdirection -
Blink and...

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I am beyond reason-
    NO! I am at odds with reason
This unjustifiable act I deplore
Posing as righteous when in fact despicable
This thing which misconstrues that which is at its core
Burns and buries...

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I do not write anymore, I do not write anymore
These words defile my being and treat my mind like a mare solitude where they hide and conspire.
They conspire against my actions as they objectify my...

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A young woman
Sleeps
Dreams of a spindle
Possibly a magic spindle
So she may spin
Some special threads
To create a lovely sweater
For winter is upon her
And her hourglass says
Time is about up
Her dream will end
And she will awaken
And that...

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Small grains of sand come trickling down
Eluding all my reason's understanding
Flyspeck granule , all demanding
Time worn thoughts of days unwinding 

Hourglass, my dark companion
Reminds me of the timeless questions 
I watch sand fall and feel...

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Sitting on my front step,
A black mental box awaits me.
Chills run up and down my spine,
Disturbing feelings whirls within.
Ridiculous, it's simply a child's doll
Passed down from a distant relative,
Whom I've never seen.

Taking it out of...

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Spindle time as sowing illusions
Drowning in a sea of images
The measures that raise life seconds
Human is the animate doll who conquered the presence

Life from the past back to the present
From the present for the future
Turnover...

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Like a yarn spindle was she
Pear shaped_ bottom heavy
Born with honey colored hair and very fair
Loved by her mother and her father's pride
Life was good in their loved filled little home

Soon another maiden fair
Joined the...

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Moina Michael was a teacher,
Who vowed to wear a poppy,
Each year so as to remember,
The fallen, alone and the dead.

She wrote a poem in reply,
To McCrae’s In Flanders Fields,
Promised thenceforth to objectify,
By the poppy, red...

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Looking at flowers, then leaves, I began to wonder about the roots and seeds. Yes, I thought, that's what I learned in Biology, Botany, Biodiversity ... But a brilliant, brainy, breath-takingly beautiful budgerigar whispered to...

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