Vial Poems - Poems about Vial

Inside the chest within my chest I find it; A vial of virulent vile, viral in that last vestige of guile and vitality Where the headsmen and dreadsmen line up rank and file. That horrible phial of terrible bile of all the beasts in the wild combined into ire so hot it's like fire and skies of respire. But what...

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Value your work the way you value your life. In time you will realize that work and life co-exist for a long time. Any job is worth living for when you put your heart in it. Long and lasting consolation is felt, knowing that being your "true" self is a lifetime redemption......

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Draining all there was to say, he hemorrhaged one more poem Last vial of his history, whose burden now atoned With final drops to say adieu, the past and future dead His last tomorrow here today —and time no longer bled (Dreamsleep: April. April 2022)...

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Friday the thirteenth, (September tooth house hind nineteen) dark shadows winessed scads of bats (base sic cully lobbing soupy Matzo balls) eyeing yours truly as seldom seen human sacrificial cuisine, which dime a dozen story true story red within tabloid National Enquirer 'zine. Minus blood sucking mammals more averse than bill collectors or insurance companies bared fangs greeted yours truly courtesy of bloodthirsty nurse triggering instantaneous qualm ordinarily,...

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In the dank night, windows ajar, I look across at unshuttered rooms, And see my neighbor quite by happenstance. Her curtain flutters in the buoyant air. I see her at her mirror hold a vial of scent— Perchance I’ll see her daub a bit behind one ear, The fragrance wafting through the courtyard On the humid breeze, like...

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when the day poured out on the vile ...

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