Scrutiny Poems - Poems about Scrutiny

I have the rhythm of a winding road how do I consign myself to being confined rows of poplar pillars prop the rendezvous canopy beneath we meet —I self-cajole on ooh-la-la afternoon yellow eyes; daffodils watching lean into gossip groups nodding a prodding breeze instigating deep-freeze I am a sweet weed in this place of sway and betray with a stranger...

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Trapped in a bowl to live On display to be picked apart Every move watched and discussed Judged by their own reflection in the mirror Disconnect from the mind hive Ignoring and avoiding a good start Their word farts making me disgusted The way of their thinking is sheer horror Trapped in this bowl their vice Control and manipulation impart The are trapped in what...

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Now, you’ve began to vex Directing it to Rex: You and Lawless Alex, While you’d craved safe latex For the marathon sex You’d planned its huge success At Hotel De Recess... Last week, same marathon At five-star Sheraton, Beside you: Martini, To take less: Mutiny; Not you Sabatini: Your drinks for scrutiny... You can’t say you got less, Though your mood now a mess: My guess: your big cash less, Stark...

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The whole thing had seemed some mutiny While hundred eyes stuck to scrutiny! A young Eve with an old company She’d met at a roadside company, Freshly by his side in bikini And freshly quaffing iced martini… Next, some careless bites of zucchini She’d picked from a Free Sabatini, Litters from The Free Thing all over, Even as she held...

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Cherub's unfurled fingers faithfully extend to his fallow fringe hung from a chest made firm by suede, sweat and rain. Chernobyl blue irises mimic April '86 radiation, dessimating her Cherokee's sense of societal decency. Devoted to her capture, suede cape kidnapped, kept...

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Men fly The War-Plane of Mutiny By querying their Destiny And fly The Very Flag of Mutiny When Destiny they mock with scrutiny Vowing to no more drink Martini Nor in other coolers harbor any tinny Just like Britain can’t erase her felony When Nigeria was her colony One can’t A World of Monotony Through ceaseless appearance in a ceremony! Into it I...

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What enables me to infuse life with such meaning and my activity of cognition to understand a black and white humanity approach??? How did i discover such uncommon grounds in mist of struggles that has steered me far from using drugs like my parents for a quick easy way to help one cope!!!! Im spiraling out of...

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putridity rhymes with acridity for the same reason that tumidity rhymes with turgidity and tepidity is to vapidity as solidity is to rigidity 'course, all this has no validity ~ 'til they check my lucidity...

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Scrutiny of Mounting Mutiny Wanted to feel secure so had a scrutiny, Of what would be big mounting mutiny; How they react, To body contact; Immediately knew ir required immunity. Jim Horn...

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Opportunity for Scrutiny At first, found it to be an opportunity; After I had looked with more scrutiny; Wondered around, And balance found; Me and my bank account had a mutiny. Jim Horn...

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Sadness scrambles to survive and tears become termites Self reliant moles taint speechless lips and form explanations yet to ripen Tears that reject wiping smear pride's respiratory system leaving heart beat unpuffed Humility is Reality What makes sense is not always understood... And weeping ensues....

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when placed under the microscope all the flaws will show & no matter how far one runs from the past, it will tap you on the shoulder--- what makes the light shine bright is the audacious curiosity of another whose own image has either never been under the microscope or they think for some reason that they are immune to scrutiny--- maybe, quite possibly, the one who grabs...

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Was it only for this You endure trash and flies Magi's bow and kiss And parents laden arms With dazzling gifts In sparkling paper wraps Hustling in the bustling Drip and drizzle O a season's festivities? Was only for this The African bowed With his heavy charity of wood He could not even own, Being marginalized and propertyless Property of your love And I pulpit story Again and again Of redemption In...

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If I examine the underside of life's leaf a little too long crystal dust me with your gravity and pull me away For scrutiny unravels even the tightest woven fibers and reveals imperfections. Sweep me beside you, place me a flower in your pocket to be cocooned and perfumed in the brilliance that nature does naturally and we strain to copy in...

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