Pockmarked Poems - Poems about Pockmarked

...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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...Spirit and sponsor sane sexagenarian scribe (and his spouse) to a Utopian country He seeks (in tandem with the missus) legal asylum in Canada... New Brunswick, Newfoundland, Nova Scotia, et c......

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...Laying in my cozy bed And drifting off to dreams, A sudden panic fills my head: What if this isn't as it seems? What if while I'm tucked in, Slipping into sleep, Giant monsters and their kin ......

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...She stood at the lectern Teaching from restoration Yet, not one audience member Could deny her infection ...damaged Tattooed from face to feet Living, sobriety from drugs No matter his freed......

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...Beyond the wave-sacked pebbles lie the pockmarked dunes, sea-wind swept heaps, burrowed by the claws of scaly thrashers. Here they huddle, the working class, flogging grim pleasures, wolfing ......

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...Let me hear that applause though I've done little to warrant it Time is a poor curative for what's fundamentally broken Brain's full pal, sorry, you've gotta go home Even though I'm the one who pa......

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...Elusive pursuit endeavoring to craft a great poem I (analogous to a rolling stone) confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax, et cetera semblance of rea......

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...Buzzards on the Infamous Hill Always sitting at the edge of my seat, When, oh when, shall truth finally come out… As a true,American splendiferous treat! But buzzards of cravish deception, F......

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...Collisions between yours truly and the missus Space at a premium in our apartment lettered and numbered b44 at Highland Manor, cuz the spouse heavily trends toward disorderliness. She read......

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...Beyond the wave-sacked, lie the pockmarked dunes, heaps dug by the claws of scaly thrashers. Here they huddle, my blood kin flogging grim pleasures, wolfing eggy sandwiches, dipping tea-stain......

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...Bring on the rejection slips... and/or try distilling my spirits at losing gamble if curious (by George) proceed reading reasonable rhyme, I guarantee the following words ramble. Though flu......

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...Sane sexagenarian scribe seeks asylum in Canada... should Trump swindle electorate by hook or crook, (1003 days, 9 hours, and 32 minutes until 2024 election), yours truly steels, girds, braces.......

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...I miss the electric hum of a landline. Some long nights I could hear it listening to itself as if plugged into several minds all at once. It was sound without daylight, night echo’s that lingered......

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...Day, and Night by Michael R. Burch The moon exposes pockmarked scars of craters; her visage, veiled by willows, palely looms. And we who rise each day to grind a living, dream each scented nig......

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...Sonnet LXXXI-LXXXIX Day, and Night by Michael R. Burch The moon exposes pockmarked scars of craters; her visage, veiled by willows, palely looms. And we who rise each day to grind a living, ......

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