Mashing Poems - Poems about Mashing

...After the doomsday clock struck midnight... a blizzard of blinding demoniacal highly radioactive fueled banshees (analogous to a bajillion barenaked ladies raging against the machine) barreled......

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...Into the Sturm und Drang fueled maelstrom Otherwise titled – my poetic impressions of Helene All la names bespeaking deity froom Noah Mo' Room India Arc of Covenant to crypt tick Blood (swea......

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...Bully me, yours truly never ordained, gifted, or blessed with mien mean characteristic evoking, jump/kickstarting, representing, nor zapping friend or foe courtesy fiery intimidation if anythi......

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...Love they spout, love they falsely declare, Yet their eyes betray a darkness, a glare. A cocktail of hatred, lust, and envy, Craving what's not theirs, God deems unholy. Love they proclaim, a......

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...She is sitting, front legs under her reddish-brown mass. When I think of her shape it is always her belly I see most. The bulging warmth, the mastication, her on-going digestion. I'm a boy, ......

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...Mine dad in the 1940’s was an organ grinder huh!, in the high seas in the Navy. In the 1940’s Lo, the clanging, bopping, banging of prepare containers foods. Large coppers pans and pots. Put tog......

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...Some monsters were mashing in a vault Then Caspar screamed "it wasn't my fault" Dracula turned on the light To reveal Halloween fright Old Frankie lost his head with loose bolt......

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...Poets vs. Posters Poets Observant sensitive Describing bringing out uttering Writers authors mooche......

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...The children called Damian into The foyer to inspect their Achievement. Damian came Down the staircase and looked Around. Pleased with the Organization skills of his Offspring, he Loosened his ......

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...Under your twisted lips, runs a wooden tongue called time, you have drained the city of all that is divine,and your tongue is rolling over into your head as if you are getting ready to expose the dea......

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...Is it the early morn in a yellow field of corn, Or could it be flowers with strange powers, Or a stroll on a donkey chomping a carrot, Or a baby pig in a pram, who would make A tasty ham, Is it......

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...One of a kind ocean music pounding Goombay rhythms against the rocks and rake and scrape rhythms in the prevailing winds and the waves mashing the roach with their feet on the dance floor of ......

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...Santos fooled the folks as he spoke George thinks mashing facts is a joke This N.Y. House dope Needs his mouth rinsed with soap His diaper-rash words make me choke Author's note: Why did vot......

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...Anti-Poem – “Respirations In Blue” the mother cooks food on the old gas range wearing a blue dress she boils five potatoes husband fred wears a red sweater smoking pall mall non-filters that sp......

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...I take myself and sashay all around the town clicking my canastas, flashing my scarves Because I am orange And it is what orange must do But do you have to be so much yourself? My mother red a......

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