Long Outcaste Poems

Ability to defecate wildly swings (both ways)...
between incontinence and constipation

Irritable bowel syndrome i.e.
the former excretory bout I address
the above (polite way to phrase diarrhea)
and avoid moon efficient cheekiness,
yours truly doth buttress,
a literal warranted pain in...

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I am a white, middle class, American male; raised in a white, middle class American home.  I would not say that my upbringing included a lot of diversity.

I remember talking to my brother, Jimmy,...

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Shed illusions of separateness
your silence
Regrets
Shed noise that you're worthless
Better off dead

Shed mountains of doubt
Fear that rips you in two
Shed harm, hurt and pain
Leaving you all black and blue

Then breathe
Breathe out
Breathe in

Know that you grow stronger
Now...

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My words are pert and curt
and right in right that's hurt
give them space or get disgraced
I am infallible do not come around my poems
give me my medicine and send me on pace.

If you do, I...

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Villanelle: Whose condition is the worst everyone asks

Whose condition is the worst everyone asks
“Mine!” “Mine!” “Mine!” - everyone’s desperate cry
Why the powers that decide wear such sharp tusks

Look at the basking billions enjoyng tasks
Then watch...

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Dead World

Only bog, a marshland, outcaste life, a world of a life
A world of a bona fide and kind-hearted life, no image
No vision, no view, nothing, the future is blind, a kind

the one of our...

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I met a raccoon with a look so gullible;
Stumbling he came from a jungle called global.

Among the families with a very few high caste,
He lives in the periphery as an utter outcaste.

When asked to describe...

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great things forgotten
sacrificed to the attic of time,
inventions rusted into an obsolete...
good deeds with time, dullen, turn mad
on the canvas of the modern eye...

brittle flowers in a cracked vase
monet into dali
life's burr turns upon itself...bleed...outcaste...

when...

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Part II

What would have happened to million’s fate, 
If Subedar Ramji had failed, thee to set.
In 1891’s simmering heat of April
Born true nationalist Phule’s pupil.

Being motherless boy, thee set sails,
Thee had to bear brunt of...

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The first morn’s yellow flames pulsated
Over the sliver sky’s infinite flank. 
Adam, the blessed father of mankind, 
Opened his wheat-toned  eye lids; 
Garnished with golden lashes,
And the delicate membrane gave way
To the heavenly light...

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Had To Be Hung

How could he have been an outcaste?
Must have been somewhere in his past
To be forgotten, not remembered at all
While from God, he will await His call.

Him as he was should God try...

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Hatred is Love
Disguised as society
Made the randomly laws established
Deep into the root of religion
Cloaked like a vigilante
Seeking blood revenge
How it creates
Sprouting into the minds 
Of our fragile seeds
Growing into turbulence
And wrapping its death around culture
Not...

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Write Great Poems

Write great poems, I will never quit
And the millionth number hope to hit
Regarding my poems people have read
After some prayers to God they all said.

If you were weak and once an outcaste
And have...

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