The poetry smells of nicotine That leads dizzying and reeling brains To the pathways of Contemplated lunacy, Riding the sea waves In cotton stockings Never getting wet. The poetry smells of hallucinogen Embroidering the fatal cups That await the conjugation With the scarlet lips Summered by the warmth Of the touch gloved in Wildness. Drugged. …
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Cross a “t” or dot an “i” and keep your toes on the dotted margin party line. Succinct. No unwinding scrolls, nor loose semicolons. Keep it tight. A locked door. Abbreviated daylight pours in. Continue, young comma. —– Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul from the Midwest. When not working two jobs, she listens to…
Don’t believe the media, just believe me, so says madness, Forget your free speech. Madame Liberty, speak up, tell the truth in print and on the airwaves. Do not shrink back from bullies or be hollowed out by threats. Report with honesty, let truth flow so that an informed public and Congress can work and…
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A thought was captured, rodeoed and lassoed into submission. The thought sat awhile- Later, it was rejected. The post Reject | Mary Bone appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
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I had not written a poem for decades. Then at a re-union of old poets of Columbia University I was mysteriously inspired. In my alter ego of the AK-47 carrying Kalashnikover Rebbe, I had found an ancient text in which rabbis rank the most beautiful women in the Bible. Eve wins, but still falls far…
