Long Punctuations Poems

My Black God
is real as I could imagine
worrying about defective White People
vulnerable to skin cancer
and fading water-front real estate values
in this unholy 
traumatic 
WhiteWashed Anthropocene.

My Black God
is strong as I could imagine
on my luckiest bipolar...

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We lay fallen as velvet roses divinity-promenading in our wake. Innocence sublime 
weeping still-puddles... blessing-our-first-kiss. Beauty eminent one heart securing all we 
share-tongues-entwined hopes defined joined together-soaring-free-as-one... a kin to love, 
swept-away-by-it-we-were... .
 
I believe...

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I draw daydreams devoid of grammar.
Jumble memories with synonyms.
Cook laughter with adjectives.
Flirt with rhymings.
Drool over oxymorons.

My masterpiece is not just another
crushed paper.
Or left stale at the back of a 
hotel bill.
Or a long text message
killed...

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My name be Gee
Your name be me
But any way I'm playing with words like 
Every day, 
skipping punctuations so I sound strange
Call that my ultimate stage,
Altered ego to create that insane persona
For Satan's game
guess I...

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She rolls on the dusty ground
pulls her hair
scratch her skin
dress halfway out
to a stranger this may look like the Ingoma dance
she falls on her knees
tears streaming down the cheeks
mouth wide but no sound comes of...

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I got a bad review,a terrible review 
"Give it up" it said
Please stop writting, you stupid fool
We don't want to read anymore of your shit
Your wasting your time
Your poetry's crap
Can't even spell, punctuations non existent
So...

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What am I doing?,
the strength of a real poet is to speak truth through words but most words I cannot pronounce,
 I struggle to recite my poems out loud, 
i realise i have misspelt as...

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Living in a realm where 
the air seems to 
be still as stone,
invisible, like a 
ghost of a rose, 
translucent and frozen in 
time of ruthless seconds.

My heart still 
keeps pacing to 
hear the flickering...

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Toilet Bowl Committee (aka: Uptown Hood)

A lavatory confinement
my$h!tdontstinkcomode.com
---
If you want to moderate this place, pick up the pace
From the mouth down to the @$$
Your so called kind has no class,
Fed by these political rejects, never...

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Tell me, my friend, when can I send 
My spirit gently into that good night? 
How many times do I have to die 
Before I get it right? 
Every car crash, train wreck, 
Overdose, misstep,...

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Spring is back with its unmistakeable intoxicants.
I stand, once again, by a road that leads to another day.
My mind hums ceaselessly, one day at a time....
A cobbler displays his craft on my shoes' ruins,
With funny...

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my mind is a like a fortress filled with words but none will show themselves on my paper I fight to find my words or even my rhyming  lines my punctuations are lost but...

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I want to know;
For you came beautiful and pleasant
Charmed me with your charming ‘words’ 

You said you’d be kind-
Why have I felt your wrath so many times? 
That you’re not the green-eyed type-
Why am I...

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Here, within my dark abyss of stark silence,
I hear the jangling tunes of rusted chains
   echo futile summer dreams
   like wildflower chimes in the wind,
comforting my inner moon~
still bleeding self-inflicted sorrow,
...

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1.
geese fly backward--
across the skies of my brain.
a winter foretold in my lungs…

2.
a word is forgotten--
as the wheelbarrow turns,
a forlorn wheel
the corruption of rust the only blessing…

3.
most of words i have tucked--
into my breast pocket,
have...

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I have always loved to write 
real…romantic rhymes
but now I have to feel free to 
form a fantastic freeverse
with my creative caps on and my 
pleasant pen and pad
I am doing this, drawing words 
from...

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I was punctured by punctuations
The words you wielded with such disdain
A ravenous revolutionary
Pitilessly piercing deep into my vein

I pretended such positivity 
Holding happy forward as my shield
Your attack so precise and persistent 
cold and calculated...

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I sing Shahana Bahar, a malody of delight.
It echoed aloud, Marwa, music of sadness-filled plight
I laugh aloud and I hear it back as a scary scream
My gleam of glee turns into hallucinatory dream

Each false virtue...

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Form: Infinite Dot Thirteen Verse Is a rare form of poetry, where by the poem is made up of thirteen lines and within the poem has interspersed dots for emphasis on the spoken word. However...

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Scraped, friendly freckled face falls to benchtop
Starchy spud plays poker, blank slate envelope 
Lost costume spotted cape, super elixir escapade
Layers on shiny raised scars, recovery escalates 


Sticking plaster, milky soak soothes, heat tempered
Compost bound bandaid...

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Are we but dancers on an unlit stage
Disclosing secrets hidden in the angst of now
Revealing the ups and downs of then.
Singing in the choir of the off key
Whistling past punctuations grave yard.
Our words a chant...

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I write, what to me and you
comma instead of colon, I use
Vowels at will, so what!
I am licenced to write poems.

Rhyme? a ring of my little finger
Rhythm but my gate keeper
Puns and punctuations Tom and...

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My sunlight,my child, and with that. To fear under desire while countenance night surrounding 
witchcraft with overtime imaging.Crumbles for memories the small flower found beneath the 
eyes towards the silky male picture.That pinned soft to...

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Concentration,congregations,communications
illustrations,consultations,relations
persecutions,sanitations,punctuations,hesitation
revised,surmised,surprised in a disguise

The reality is known, system re-booted
salute, population expansions
weather changes, climates are changing
social sites exploring, overloading in errors

sharing, caring, giving back
homemade tasks, ideas forwarding
showing, make known
groups of gatherings
experiments abroad
laughing full of joy
a world,...

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I hold my pen
and think of what to write.
Bound with time, enslaved by the past.
A many mirthless pauses 
     and a single melancholic thought 
would never arrive at a story of reality...

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