Short Pt Poems

P.T. Barnum
the greatest showman
P.T. where are the clowns?...

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Chocolate milk may 
be my alcohol but ice
cream is sustenance...

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I hope you dodged that last spell,
else you be vexed for twenty years....

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Pigs in a mud hole,
Glorious in contentment.
Ah, but soon bacon!...

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Scars
Intentional Ribbons
Fade the soul
Torture the innocent ones
Scars...

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Scars
Chastisement's tattoo
Acid mark skin
Rents confidence in two
Scars...

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Can Love be in the Buddha nature?
Unrequited Love is not in the Buddha nature....

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“Why did you stop shaving, Jesse?”
Because my appearance doesn’t matter
if my heart is false...

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Emptiness in the marketplace.
Emptiness on the mountain.
Emptiness with others.
Emptiness alone....

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Don’t fall for any spells!
Not even this one:
“The truth even now is within you! Look!
Before it is lost!”...

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The storm has passed, now we must move on,
"don’t even try to understand," know only
that we enjoyed this moment together...

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Man skirts fill the scene 
Whining outlawed bagpipes sing
His kilt of plaid green

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights reserved ©MMX...

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Easily given,
Easily taken away, forever hollow 
Forever unworthy
What a big heart you have
Easy for you to trust with my dear...

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“Why did you stop shaving, Jesse?”
It is my attempt to project a façade
of masculinity in the face of rejection
by the opposite sex...

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Start softly and build...
Build 'til this frozen heart melts
And breaks so gentle...

("Serenade for Strings" Pt. III: Tchaikovsky)...

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Sharpened senses,beyond reason
convention or tradition.Extraordinary
in the spectacular.Turbulence tamed
the arbitary becomes evident....

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she craved a shifted mindset - not just the newness of physical space.
unforced, she elevated higher. 
warning others. 
a dangerous bliss....

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changing
    shifting
perspecive
    shading
reflective
   impulsive
spots
   &slahes
star
sphere
   spires
&
   broken lines

...

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The voicebox of God still sits in the corner
and the opaque, blank, glassy Cyclops-eye
of the never-used television screen
still stares at me...

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I've got four lines to tell you how I feel.
Why do I have it bottled up inside?
I feel like I should tell you the truth.
The truth that I love you....

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Mute and multiplied,thoughts trained
and tamer,the subconscious becomes
a workaday drama.A confusion then
evolves into the particular and floats
upon my page....

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Dimensions of the poetic,playful
posies,once absurb come into
perspective the upside down unlocked
its potential perceived,evidence now
orientated and then expressed....

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IS IT
BECAUSE SHE
KNEW I
WOULD WRITE, 
AND
CARED SO
MUCH ABOUT
HUMANITY’S SOUL
THAT SHE
WOULD CRUCIFY
MY OWN
FOR ITS
BENEFIT?
---
or was I just
not cute enough?...

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“Why don’t you care about your appearance?”
“Because my appearance doesn’t matter”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not a supermodel”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t care about my appearance”
that was easy...

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R-egardless 
O-f 
N-ecessities 
A-lways 
L-et 
Y-ourself 
N-icely 

R-eceive 
A-pt 
N-eeds 
A-round 
Y-ou 

Topic: Birthday of Ronalyn Ranay (October 11) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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