Long Scrutinise Poems

united states are in debt most
kingdoms countries are in deficit
they have beautiful cars great highways
bread to eat water to drink and almost
free air to breathe
so dont worry about debts deaths and deficits
we are all in...

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Dear members of Poetry Soup, here I present my most awesome poem to date. 
It is best appreciated while listening to my mate Andy's recital. 
So please open-
http://www.andyevansfiction.com/interviews/andy-reads-a-poem-called.html 
and read along.
Here goes:

DOUBTS

When the sanctuary
Of sunlight...

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Oh the joys of an airport trolley
I try and push it oh what a folly
The wheels always have a life of their own
I’ve not got off the ground I just want to go home

I want...

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I have a story to tell One that doesn't end well So I advise you to take a break For this will cause your heart to ache

A fourteen year old boy Used as a decoy...

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Celeb


No sooner does a Celeb opens his closed lips
Than eager pens poise to ooze ink from tips!
Such is the woe and pain for my brother Caleb
Who’s a reviled, demeaned and stalked Celeb!!

Whatever he utters is...

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Traversing forests, deserts, and over plains, baked naked out in the sun,

forlorn, a child sobbing in the rain, or teardrops from heaven falling.., 

Imagine just a moment, futility of time, 
scrutinise what balance left for...

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I am not your archetypal sort

My views and beliefs are all self taught

Based around my own thoughts

Within my own conscious mind

Questioning all truths and beliefs

One thing that I have seen is nothing

Is ever what you...

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My leaves never droop and my flowers stand high
I bloom through the year as the seasons pass by
I witness the daffodils stand proud and tall
I see warmer weather put paid to them all

The alliums follow,...

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Though Canton claims it’s communist, it’s not.
Beijing, like Belarus, breeds oligarchs.
There’s nobody alive who’s heard of Marx:
a rickshaw ride’s the only kind of trot.

Seek Mensheviks in Minsk, you’ll end with squat.
In Kursk are cadres countable...

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It's something inconclusive
This feeling that I'm not
A perfect human specimen 
Lukewarm compared to hot

I scrutinise the mirror
That I carry in my phone
It tells me of belonging
Yet I feel so far from home

I probably need rebuilding
Like...

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I look in the mirror
What do I see
Not the face that used to be
Greying hair and double chin
Fat puffy cheeks that once were thin
Wrinkled face and furrowed brow
Even my ears are different somehow
As I look...

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day kills night and night sleeps into day
death profits the earth trees 
grow like a girl
girls eclipse the moon the first explosion
corpse paint sun red emotions 
hide under the thick bushes
roots grow kisses the sky...

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