Xxiii Poems - Poems about Xxiii

Putting on the style at Grande Yatte* 'stipletized' by Georges Seurat in pointillist perfection on the eye a 'delectation'...

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stepping through the automatic doors of a brand new grocery store is a peek into another world there’s no sandwich counter here, a tragedy— but the frozen aisle in the center of the store you have to take the bad with the good....

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These are my early poems, or juvenilia... alien by michael r. burch there are mornings in england when, riddled with light, the Blueberries gleam at us— plump, sweet and fragrant. but i am so small ... what do i know of the ways of the Daffodils? “beware of the Nettles!” we go laughing and singing, but somehow, i, ... i know i am lost. i do not belong to...

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I could see fear come alive in her eyes, she knew I could bring about her demise; We stared and then raised a mutual flag just like an insidious game of tag; Locked gaze and two pair of fangs extending, but as of yet there was no blood flowing; Fable and I were gonna have to work together and...

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The pretty cast of sorrow— Hollow, yet comforting, When damasked on those lips, Or teased upon that fake smile I see such sorrow inside of her And weep inwardly, For I love her gazes And hate her mazes Paler now is the face And love it more I must, For the moment I express disgust, She is gone like rain Leaving guilt on trickling...

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knowledge is not a cubicle; ignorance's hideout, flapdoodle, corrugated roof of worn wits damp drips, drizzles illusion spits neither is knowledge a haven; hoisted hell, callous clips cloven la-de-da lake retention dug, choked to brim by cursed current- lust nosy knowledge is not heaven; forlorn Utopia - Joy's oven fame's pulchritude, honour's specter, voluptuous variance of blisters knowledge is a luminary; hops into wits, then fumes instinct. ...

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When I look back, feel you deserve 'Thank you'. not that you've helped me a lot; fact is you made me realize how to think anew; Once thought my world is spinning around you. Convinced without you I've no existence sure you'd not leave me, help me each instant but I was wrong; suffered life was twisted; life taught me to move...

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L, Boom, boom, boom a dozen pressed upon a dozen drawn, I am to the sound etched and sculpted not wanting to pass the heart and her songs carried towards me like crosses of past naming names but the rest are all the same boom boom boom badda boom boom boom clickety clickety clack there's no turning back minds open, legs splayed fingers trailing spines tingle as...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXIII IF you pull a long-pained face After tumbling down the Stairway Do not the blame put on loose shoe-lace The fault, pained-poet, may lie in gut-loose kidney Now if you still pull that pained-look victim face Watching others trip down whistling care-free gay Turn back the pages and ill-fraught lines replace With clippety-cloppy trained...

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IF ever I had a country : XXIII-XXIV XXIII IF ever I had a country And if ever I were but the Home Secretary I wouldn't sit on...

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Be Strong and Courageous Says the Grand-Master The Harvest is Plenteous The Fields are Wide Your Possibilities Are Endless Be Strong and Courageous I know you’re so sure of yourself I know your Dreams are so Real to you Likewise, real is the Messenger of Misery You don’t have to be Pessimist But be ye optimist of him too Late or sooner, it is the path...

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The rich surely starch t-rump's collar So now they're entitled to holler "A third world domain Is what you shall maintain While we retain all of each dollar"...

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Unquotabe quotes: Dancers - XXIII Dance like Cassius Clay, Sting like Muhammad Ali. The dancing Dervish’s ethereal trip makes the Sufi’s Qawwali breathlessness sound like the radio-astral waves dashing on the beaches of their consciousness. The only unlicensed dance free of feet is that of the honeysuckle moth’s at the dying of the day. Would a Ginger Rogers marry...

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I stopped there, and saw two showing high rate Of their will, on their face, to join with me; But were hampered by narrow street and weight. When reached us, with their eyes awry to see Then looked at me without saying a word; Then they turned to selves, and told to agree: “This is alive as sound of throat is...

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Silent, alone, with no mates at all We went on there one forth the other back, Like the minor friars a narrow way crawl. Of the Aesop’s tale was now on the track My thought after the previous seen fight, Where he had to speak of frog and mouse lack; Since is not even to “stop” or “go” quite Done by...

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