Short Monstrosities Poems

Molly had a chat with Bert,
Stating that she had an aversion to bottles that squirt,
She preferred her sauces in glass bottles,
The plastic monstrosities she'd like to throttle,
As she said this, she gave a squirt,
Squirting tomato sauce all over Bert's shirt...

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I’m happy in my cage
the gold it shines so bright 
can’t differ or astray 
from thoughts within my mind

They help me to conform 
they help me to be free
until the night it comes
lights up monstrosities 

Thoughts keep me from myself
they’re keeping me from you
oh where oh where am I
but hiding in the blue 

You’ll see that I’m not swaying 
or moving to and fro 
i’m sailing far away 
into the mistress’s cove...

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I love thee
			for thine mortality
			a personage ever so enticing
			an imagery of passion

			I love thee
			that know no doubts
			or any monstrosities
			as thy love for thee
			is breathing of each day,
			firm as if the walls of China

			I love thee
			when thy eyes set upon his
			aye from this point in time

			I love htee
			inasmuch as I love thyself

			I love thee
			heedless of any rationale
			bound towards infinity...

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She clipped her faerie wings,
those gossamer monstrosities,
or so she was told by her "friends"
who said she never would fit in
with the everyday community.

She clipped her faerie wings
and cried because it would define her
as an ordinary creature,
no longer wondrous and magnificent 
nor magical nor special.

She clipped her faerie wings
and wished she could undo it
for no amount of paring 
could turn her into common folk
and something not contrary....

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Mellowing muted miraculous memories,
mildly mannered, meticulously minted
manly mirrored, mostly mastered
messages, massaging misleading
Manson Mongoloid measures, minus
milktoast Mozart minuet membership
monotone manuscripts, manipulating
many manakin malignant mind melds.
Might mindful micro mineral mankindedness
marvel my molecular madness mediating
medicinal meditative metronome
mattresses manipulating magnum
malevolent maelstrom monstrosities?
Mother mayI?...

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All around I see the cranes
Of buildings growing taller,
Contributing to blocking out the sky,
Which seems much smaller.

They haul supplies, enabling
The placing of the beams
To disrupt the city skyline
And fulfill somebody's dreams.

The cranes are not at fault, although
They're easier to blame.
Without them our fair city
Couldn't play this modern game.

But since they're here, the buildings rise,
Monstrosities of glass,
The beauty of the views we knew
Abruptly come to pass....

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