Paraded Poems - Poems about Paraded

... There once was a clown who paraded around town he thought the world of himself and liked everything to be top shelf He bought himself a mannequin he married her no panickin' soon his humour......

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...I am wearing heavy feathers with the gaze of the day lit to my backside. A rotisserie routine, hot with punishment and prayer. Prayer for punishment, punishment for prayer. Answers from a sky......

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...I feel dissected and mutilated. Strung up on a cross and paraded through endless eyes.......

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...Nested in the cat’s cradle Paraded in a child’s fable I have no voice, don’t let me die No longer shall I live a lie I have no soul nor thoughts to save Unbeknownst to me is this life ......

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...In the seventies lipsticks were beige, blah and nude Dull, usually colorless and odorless, not to be rude. Bright reds of the forties and fifties were passe’, out. The lightest of peaches could be......

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...Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blo......

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... True feelings concealed craftily beneath the sheath of surfeit psyche, fragile fantasy of self sanguinity fostered by the colors of chameleon skin, evoke emotions surreptitious, pretentiou......

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...jiggling juggernaut jockeyed judo katie’s Korean kitties killed with kudos lively llamas listened, learning Latin Mischievous miscreants misused satin Needless nimble noodles kneaded themselves ......

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...Numbness poisoned flowers spooky nights serenaded with chattered cowers, wounded grasp cascaded panicked voices bloomed mother's smile paraded with gleams doomed, yearning hopeless answer......

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...A Friday in October This morning was green and mild, with no sand, in my eyes, wind from Morocco blew Once, I was in Casablanca, I bought a pair  of traditional slippers with long toes it is ......

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... Manifestations of your Gauzy Fantasies Unravelling Bonds of Tangled, Mangled Destinies Sun of Man Set His Right Eye on Me Tenaciously Searing, Calculating To Entrap Me, A Prisoner to His Needs ......

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...I had a dream We were so much happier than we ever were You were holding my hand just the same And we were dancing which we never did You were looking at me so ever intently like you always did ......

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... In a small village in the green valleys of the Peak District, Sarah gave birth to a son, after a decade of trying for a child with her husband, Peter B Perfekt. It was a joyful occasion for the fa......

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... A perfect triangle As he stood in the shadow Of the dead eye windows of his home His face alway up Stars or cries of cloud his theatre The sounds that based from his neon lit blue ears He ......

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...When you are alone, you look at the others and think that one had too much ... time to think and that one … well, you surmise, they are on the brink of some precipitous ... evaluati......

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