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Best Poems Written by Mimi Bordeaux

Below are the all-time best Mimi Bordeaux poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Remains of the Day
Sometimes one has to fail: or live with a constant search for a something-someone-somewhere. Then fail. Or take more years dreaming of that old flame or the new hottie you espyed in the bookshop. Sometimes we get at least something before killing it in the sad eyes of your backladder. Or Blackadder. My snake coils through my belly hissing tongue to tail tumbling under my gutteral vertabrae.
The time is here. Of black-clad orphans singing into darkness moon shadow where I kiss the lips and mouth of love found; if not for good but for now. NightDark Witch-her title or the more casual Vampiress- Morgana. She/It meets most of my requirements minus a few unimportant items. Shattering glass with those poisonous green pupils she spooks me and I know it’s deliberate. Only having met her through the window her whispers caress my neck and I feel my throat being held. Really tightly. ‘Hail oh dear Lord you are doomed I will stalk you til your very heady death! Wait your time oh fearful yes fearful not fearless nobody’s friend!’
Chandeliers crash thrashing onto the floorboards opening her entrance the formidable one. We stalk stumbling through the grounds of the church blood-red sunset stays and shadows with lights on my body. She’s a Goddess as well. Coming for the circle of life and me.
I’m tied up and stranded. Come hither my mistress! Holler into the night..as the light remains. Falling star landing in Texas. Missed us by a second. I rest my head on twigs bound like a sack.
Waking up to her kiss and the first bird call who is received by a lover’s coo. A deer runs past the lake. It’s morning in underground hellfire. Hell here or be free over there! Quick make minds up two minutes before choking time.
I shall never believe in one other’s charms. Go forth with your dogma.
I fly out onto roofs swooping across grand hills tree-topped inner forestland I perch.

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Forever Never

Forever Ever or Never

Forever does it exist? Forever is never doesn’t exist. It betrays hearts, breaks bones in its subtle nuances. It takes love, makes it eternal but it’s not. There is nothing just worn down cloth from the gaggery. No one has any right to tell. Love has no name so don’t expect it to deliver your lusty pleasures. 

Aphrodite has a mirror_ it reflects your world of despicable lust. Her voice flogs those who use its dance for uppity pose.

Freyja was here with Eros flown away. 
I am impassioned with this. Never born_trapped in mother’s uterus_screaming forever. But you released me. This hideous hateful horrid hobgoblin always down inside inner core gutter’s sewer range. Crawling with the dregs- scrags_ slags lovers who have been banished for a dream of sensuality. 
Unbeknown to every scab here, I am to see_ relish freedom_ hovering, staggering towards my light, the golden globe IBurning gone but not forever as there is no ever or nowhere forgone. Person  of steel lifts me out of the gutter- carrys me on her back to the hollowmen hole. I’m gone.

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Asylum Blowup

AsylumBlowup
Deep purple and pink Floyd you have colour in your valium _yellow like sunlight inside this hole place of evil minds come to bare_a-trolley a-cometh to your table lots of goodies and your medication eat up yum yum cha: you got what you deserve: falling off the roof like that-bad girl climbing to the apex of the most enormous building in New York City, hollering you are free!
Sleep comes after 15 minutes with Clonazepam 10mg. Life spreads its forgetmeknots out down a drainpipe: slipping ballet shoes silver dreamlands+crime of death more red raving crud drag drog grotto grime_ her silver gun hidden in pocket flipped lid out boom you’re dead gone for good.
“Wake up Miriam!” Swimming through an embankment of weeds green muddy river of Ohio ranges, m
I yell, my head eyes opening in a second. “Sshh…” the nurse whispers after bounding out my name.
“Time for breakfast.”
“You know I hate eating before coffee!” I say, terse.
It’s true and written on my profile notes, c/o my senior psych Jenny Dakoz, a brain with accreditation who saved me. Rescued me from myself and a 35kg figure; sleepless body of bones suicidal hanging off a bridge cars breaking quickly; fast she runs away police again pick you up sit me down at the station. They’re running out of ideas.
This last visit to John Cade Ward was c/o Fitzroy police who told the senior psychs they had to keep me in otherwise legal action would ensue. Luckily this was my last time after nearly 30 attempts to get me on my legs.
Knees begging_, “Please God give me a grave I just want to go not be here anymore dry me out please take my heart soul everything and hang it on a wall saying Here Lies Mimi Once Was…”
Elusive hard to die exit from your body really. No poison shop pills will piss you off taking you out for 3 days sleeping awake again this insomnia driving me to do these things no food for 3 months no wonder my dress hangs like a elbow kick framed out of space, life. Dyes my hair, blue/black. Like my mind in flight.

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Shred

Why I Will Always Be Alone



emptiness craving amorosity loathing darkness vintage dreams ravenous/heart gong a silent beat, shivering the desire bed empty since you left. Sex boiling with potent fire, aflame with thought another intracranial aneurysm; ganglion carbuncle inflamed headache tonight lying down before taking a pill. Open then heavily anchored, closed roped in thick tresses bountiful poppy opium smoke. Once was alive then metamorphosised a unisex transmutation: sod-asexual changeling.Come here lick me uplift me load me with your woes want to drink from your mouth a sup sip so succulent splaying my  for you to suck into from, rape me with your love take it all leave now me with nothing at all, a lonesome child.Labia Majora two cutaneous folds that extend downward from the mons pubis-+ Pussy — kiss me dead.

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Deva's Vetoed

Hot shot in my head writhing the guz let it swim in the round to twirl around the world charm junky paty you can see it Jennifer can't wait can you dusty cobwebs frothing mouth full of hit  session doesn't matter really the body doesn't belong here anymore let it flow diagram illustrating the river Seine flowing through my belly dance of a serpent coiling around the intestinal tract cranial sacral therapy and rehabilitation services don't go. Trees change in the summer when I was thinking of a great gift for you my sweet love sucks the soul deadwood eats one up. Traipsing through your brain giving me a hernia and aneurysm. Bleed line the all-in-one communication. I lie down for the doctor tomorrow morning they are taking me to the down stairs department. I can't wait!

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Last Night I Made Love With Spiderwoman

Last Night I Made Love With Spiderwoman

Clawlike fingers or are they nails painted bird fell on my windowsill calling my name ‘Felicity, Felicity!’ I gelled up with some cookie dough between the thighs crunch curse not the CXurse is kvnt open fingers entering oww ooh she nearly bit me neck bite tethered in braces she hovers over my lips sucking are they fangs? Kiss with golden tongue frolicking in the mouth so succulent her breath on my face lips of sweet papaya mango Mimi munchkin morning melt desirous delirous galavanting throw me over your shoulder WonderWoman! No she tells only the most serendipitous sensuous salts steaming from her brow hot legs shoot from the hip she has a gun it’s loaded pistol on your piston gunfire upload bullet for hire powderworks hut battle of the she grrls beautiful one last night I made love with Spiderwoman

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Wind and Fire

Wind and Fire

Oh my Lord what have I done. Maketh the pain go away holding hands with vista pleasure beyond my expression I am punished for living dead with needle and thread is it so bad? Let me live.. the last few days of life. This time of your losing your place is due at the altar dear! My how can you see it..can't: think! Come, take me hot top off bosom displayed at a ginger spot going on with my new hymn. Lie sweet mother lie down for the guilty who stole your money and heart dead now. Like last hearth fizzling out timber rotting and smoking in the way roll up the window will open your eyes looking at me? What do you want hey? My soul? Death comes naturally I find. He waits patiently until next time perfect for me darling I love you. Amen

Christmas Contest

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Twitch

TWITCH
One two to five six done twelve dexies by midnight I am flying like a vulture combing land over Atlantic seas I see your great head stuck in the pillow face covered by feathers how I love your hair sticking out dreadies no comb put through it in months put pen to paper let the good times roll now I am really vibing got the dexies working ‘til after twelve midday yeah awake wide eyed child of your friend’s house we’re covered til winter summer close by we will go swimming in LA sands beachfront bulk great hilltop.
It’s time to drive to New Orleans tonight let’s get pilled and hit the booze joints with some cool jazz playing I’m a coming!