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"garrulous" poems
All gone now and you're nothing but a wound cracking open at 3 am- unsolicited -Farewell, my beloved! Is there a farewell at all? Every kiss you blew me was a kiss goodbye Every inch of skin that caressed yours was a vow I bestowed to love you forever and ever more. And the wine in my veins says shut up! He's gone And the cigarette smoke takes you away from me And all these men I toy with they are nothing like you. I've missed the train of my thoughts I sit back and gaze at them from afar taking you away I call out your name but there are no words I am stuck in nirvana or else- in sheer garrulous void without you. Who opened this wound anyway? I'm sure it was open from the scratch I just couldn't feel it bleeding me away. Only a caress away but I'm a ***** in your eyes a ******* ***** ***** with no feelings I can defend my dignity only before the strike of midnight that breaks my heart spills my ***** feelings all over my face I love you but it's dark at this hour and you're too ******* blind.
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Jul 11, 2021
Jul 11, 2021 at 4:06 AM UTC
The 3 am wound
a regime of stars pollinate the impossible as i linger underneath the yawning medallion of Nightsky and tarry in the lanes of luminous, gawking at the Quiet. South of Afternoon. i plunge into my garrulous despair like an Olympian. leaving ripples in the peace with shallow valleys and iridescent peaks. my swayback is the slope of a grassy knoll of iron will sleeping on the job wide awake.
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
a regime of stars pollinate the impossible
A patriotic fervor producing fealty A noble cause compelling loyalty Paired with a callous indignity Brash enlistee plunges toward destiny Honor's badge worn with impunity Duty's moniker embossed with magnanimity Insatiable bloodlust quelshing all insecurity Unbridled ego clamoring a garrulous enmity Toward the villains who shattered blithe serenity First skirmish, pageantry displaced by gravity Mettle varnished with aura of invincibility First battle, fallen comrades question mortality Successive battles, severed limbs, caustic wounds challenge credulity Fragile mind being conditioned to atrocity War's heavy mantle now shorn of indemnity Threatening mind's sanity, hearth's perpetuity Once faceless foes now scream their humanity Once noble leaders brim with insincerity Supportive countrymen now fickle, distant entity Cheering press now rank with duplicity Only solace, hardened comrades equanimity
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Jul 25, 2012
Jul 25, 2012 at 6:03 PM UTC
Civil War Soldier's Mantra
ripe fruit unconfined to the width of fruit frightfully absent-minded of it's metaphor burgeoning with sweet to burst- ...’The slowest devastation of a perfect sphere. Bloated in the sun at the peak of yes a trifle to a god; and everything He meant. the raw sub conscience of Love Itself. Forest olde and valley wide heeps of time upon time in a bramble of lush vast with green enough to burst ...the joyous vegetation of a perfect world. Garrulous in the sun at the peak of yes a testament to god at His first attempt. the sheerest genius of Love Thyself.
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Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 5:40 PM UTC
Abandon The Eye and See
A grimoire of nuptials apporting The implored cadaverous knight Securing obsequious omens Stirring the sleeping metals of Chaste belladonna, glistening Elf-locks entangled with Hellweed Vowing until the golden bowl is broken Clasping the devils paintbrush promising Before the garrulous black mass Leering upon Vulcans mirror Cursing the covenant of faithfulness With a moonstone band Evoking a vixens wedding Sealing with Adams holy ale Their oath as the belfry rings Resounding admist white sepulchre. ELEETE J MUIR.
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Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 9:00 AM UTC
Soul Knotting
four ****** sisters born in the frozen woods;   emerging from the mind                      of their older sister,      who is also       mother                  of the universe; as the fair sun sets             & darkness                                    comes w/ winds down from mountains;                 mother running mad [      ] out to the field, shouting kinfolk          running from everywhere; the oldest    sister        Philosophia wondering aloud                                     about her sister's things                               |       scanning the sky w/ her magical eight-eyes;   [          ],             Beautia, watching her slyly;                                    sits       beside her w/ two heads, [                  ]  one in her arm;              it's no wonder                     [her lover] has [              ]               gone but           appears at her  [           ]  cracked                    window           where she ponders snakes &       her faint         starlit                 father's statues           of the               monumental men of old           as he imagined them to be;       brawny & vague; -      [that race of giants]             baby sister nature trots down the        mountainside bringing the music;            she-goats following         |                                 her dusty      trail's trail                [from below the earth - as from above] trailing             their tails                                  & running ahead; mother, possessed long into the night; [shipbuilding,   sailing &                               navigating was not accomplished by trial & error;                      some higher being had to instruct   [generations have to pass for    mankind to learn one thing]      until electricity               men gunned each other down                            in the streets & parks                  | &  used swords        [                 ]        |          the garrulous collection of                              hairy morons,          |              if only                          to get them [since the Bomb humanity                                           hasn't learned a thing; now, in a new era,                             [we have yet to learn] wiping out the race            through **** starvation                  & ****** in the wide field [                   ] of the wide plateau, [                    ] arms spread,                     |               flat on her back        where the genius sky echoes ring out from the barbarous throat of                    the fourth sister Fortuna, who has seen it all w/ the sun's eyes;
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
the 4 ancient daughters of Chomolungma
four ****** sisters born in the frozen woods;   emerging from the mind                      of their older sister,      who is also       mother                  of the universe; as the fair sun sets             & darkness                                    comes w/ winds down from mountains;                 mother running mad [      ] out to the field, shouting kinfolk          running from everywhere; the oldest    sister        Philosophia wondering aloud                                     about her sister's things                               |       scanning the sky w/ her magical eight-eyes;   [          ],             Beautia, watching her slyly;                                    sits       beside her w/ two heads, [                  ]  one in her arm;              it's no wonder                     [her lover] has [              ]               gone but           appears at her  [           ]  cracked                    window           where she ponders snakes &       her faint         starlit                 father's statues           of the               monumental men of old           as he imagined them to be;       brawny & vague; -      [that race of giants]             baby sister nature trots down the        mountainside bringing the music;            she-goats following         |                                 her dusty      trail's trail                [from below the earth - as from above] trailing             their tails                                  & running ahead; mother, possessed long into the night; [shipbuilding,   sailing &                               navigating was not accomplished by trial & error;                      some higher being had to instruct   [generations have to pass for    mankind to learn one thing]      until electricity               men gunned each other down                            in the streets & parks                  | &  used swords        [                 ]        |          the garrulous collection of                              hairy morons,          |              if only                          to get them [since the Bomb humanity                                           hasn't learned a thing; now, in a new era,                             [we have yet to learn] wiping out the race            through **** starvation                  & ****** in the wide field [                   ] of the wide plateau, [                    ] arms spread,                     |               flat on her back        where the genius sky echoes ring out from the barbarous throat of                    the fourth sister Fortuna, who has seen it all w/ the sun's eyes;
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comedy clandestine couples clamerous cosmetics coughing guffaws garrulous giggles gratefully grinning grotesque charlatans... tragedy torrid transgressions tornado turnabout tempestuous tradition transcendent puberty punishing parable poignantly pointless. Shakespeare. wove both into his weft of words. SøułSurvivør (C) 5/12/2017
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May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC
play on, words
Specious speculative salacious spectral season Transmogrify trapezium traverse torsion treason Erotica errantry erectile endogenic emblazon Ghastly gnashy grotesque gristly garrison Larcenous lecherous lascivious latent lesson Entelechy ethology exsistentialize extant epsilons Spurious spry squabble subtle specialization Transient transitive tour de force teleportation Encephala enunciate endeavor executant emulation Garish gaudy gambit glitch granulation Lurid livid liaison limpid laceration Extravaganza expletives expeditious equilibration emendation Sly stodgy surreptitious spatiotemporal solicitor Taciturn tactile transcendent tertiary torpor Euphoria eminent equivocal exserted emancipator Garrulous gustatory gung ** gestational gesticulator Lyricism lilt liberation lambaste levitator Escutcheon exergonic epaulet exodus extrapolator Starkness staunch spectacle stolid stultification Telepathy tantamount tractive tellurian transmutation Exonerate euthenics exegesis entourage eradication Groaty gnarly gruesome gristly gastrulation Licentious lewd lacunar laconic limitation Extemporaneous exigency embark embargo extradition Slinky slick sultry stoical snout Transubstantiate torturous temerarious tumultuous tout Eucharist extortion enmity epithet eke out Gross grit groin grove grout Lentic leister lotic lothario levity lout Execrating eventuation evocative evitable excerpt bout
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
Transpicuous
He was love’s fool A drop of rain In a downpour of seasonal shame A farthing in the fountain Spent on wishes Glistening in the fenlands Of unreplenished riches A plea, among the rustling In a vast forest of variegated leaves Sorrow among garrulous winds gusting A path through His wooded pathos Blazed with love and lusting Then a tear finds wing On a falling leaf Snapped from the limbs by currents of heat rockabye'd into halcyon so misery and his companion Forge a new coin Thrown and flipping along an arc A pinwheel casting solar sparks Purling hope in a tumbling fall promises anything can happen To anyone Anytime at all
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
New Currency for the Undervalued
Verbiage Sagacious humans would concur Salacious verbiage is trenchant Verdant language withers a guileless soul Hubristic linguists deem limpid oratory irksome A Didactic, petulant, boorish, garrulous, nefarious, obtuse, and insolent Overtone is not my intent Puckish, risible, mannered, jocular, antic, and adroit Reverberations I am manifesting TRANSLATION Words Smart people would agree Healthy words are sharp Unripe words die naive spirits Self-confident word users find simple language annoying Moral instruction, rude, insensitivity, wordy, wicked, blunt, and contemptuous Feelings are not my purpose Impish (silly), laughable, artificial, playful, clownish, and clever Reactions I'm hoping to create
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Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 12:15 PM UTC
Verbiage/Word
In aloneness all in oneness thoughts trickle never end but never mend these scars The gravitas weight of words push and piston beating heart the rise and fall of chests Cold and candour truths in clamour cresting waves the callous pull in quiet calm the moon And so I gaze in silent praise the constellations glinting stars in tessellation your eyes As I became so garrulous and perilous chit and chatter careless talk to self While I beheld the universe reflected in reverse your eyes the skies
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 7:21 AM UTC
In Aloneness
We love this wide open grass lands, the prankster  brook running through the middle, clanging its anklet bells, jack trees, bearing fruits, happy spreading  sweet smell  in the air, silver bellied fish, jumping up from water, just to show how mirthful water life is, swirling wind that hums a tune and changes the coconut grove, to a group of lissome girls dancing as if possessed. I love your gentle eyes , probing my soul deep, talking eloquently without words finding a new language only we can claim our own, the setting sun's good bye to the hillside, sudden appearance of a million stars, a symphony of light,                                                   all over the eastern sky, your long, garrulous fingers speaking with my eager  fingers, **your full luscious lips, giving me lingering, therapeutic kiss, the way we walked side by side, inebriated by the seasoned wine of love, and how we decided that night we'd cross all the limits. and find the treasure.**
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Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 1:30 PM UTC
The Night We Crossed All Limits
YOU ARE: Boorish and bellicose Calamitous and caustic Defamatory and dowdy Garrulous and guileless Insolent and irksome Are you busy tonight?
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
To Be Obtuse
Fourteen years old and my life was a trap - My ankle was caught All red and ragged In the jaws of an age-old machine Designed to catch boys. But there was a missing cog – a little ***** because there was a way, (There was a way) There was a way to get away… College Library, Domed and dark, The silence disturbed by a bluebottle’s Rumble And the sly ticking of my own gold watch. Oh! Getting high on the smell of Other people’s universes, Tissue thin and Dogeared immortal - Gotcha! I’ve got 'em all! You can’t contain me in these walls, I can go an – y -where. I can get drunk on Holden’s Highballs Or Sebastian’s brandy, I can weep at the grave of Ignatius Riley’s Sexually inappropriate wank-fantasy dog, I can neatly eat Prufrock’s peach Or a dismal breakfast in a seaside caff With Dallow and Spicer And dear Rosaried Rose With one eye on the sea and Some lukewarm tea. I can spend a season with my namesake, Far away from Heaven, And shake hands with Satan as he Finishes a speech, Wiping his mouth on a swollen rock, Hot as heaven and black as a leech. I can walk that sheep on B612, I can whip around the Second Circle Of Hell Or lock myself in a toilet With Franny, I can live in a garret with a garrulous ****** - I can be East of Eden, Wonderland, I can die in Venice, I can shoot soldiers in the sand, I can lust after Lo – lee – ta Tip of the tongue, I can be a girl, I can be a nun, Blow into a conch, Diffuse a bomb, Digest my lunch, Be a sub, Be a dom, I can sparkle here, I can be free here, I can just be here And there are no rules here, Just one boy And a book And a bluebottle And a watch. Aw dear - What a flawed design for a cage!
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
college library
Fourteen years old and my life was a trap - My ankle was caught All red and ragged In the jaws of an age-old machine Designed to catch boys. But there was a missing cog – a little ***** because there was a way, (There was a way) There was a way to get away… College Library, Domed and dark, The silence disturbed by a bluebottle’s Rumble And the sly ticking of my own gold watch. Oh! Getting high on the smell of Other people’s universes, Tissue thin and Dogeared immortal - Gotcha! I’ve got 'em all! You can’t contain me in these walls, I can go an – y -where. I can get drunk on Holden’s Highballs Or Sebastian’s brandy, I can weep at the grave of Ignatius Riley’s Sexually inappropriate wank-fantasy dog, I can neatly eat Prufrock’s peach Or a dismal breakfast in a seaside caff With Dallow and Spicer And dear Rosaried Rose With one eye on the sea and Some lukewarm tea. I can spend a season with my namesake, Far away from Heaven, And shake hands with Satan as he Finishes a speech, Wiping his mouth on a swollen rock, Hot as heaven and black as a leech. I can walk that sheep on B612, I can whip around the Second Circle Of Hell Or lock myself in a toilet With Franny, I can live in a garret with a garrulous ****** - I can be East of Eden, Wonderland, I can die in Venice, I can shoot soldiers in the sand, I can lust after Lo – lee – ta Tip of the tongue, I can be a girl, I can be a nun, Blow into a conch, Diffuse a bomb, Digest my lunch, Be a sub, Be a dom, I can sparkle here, I can be free here, I can just be here And there are no rules here, Just one boy And a book And a bluebottle And a watch. Aw dear - What a flawed design for a cage!
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Dense and deep, the darkness finds us at the table with the leftovers of the day still scattered around. Quiet. Silence is garrulous. Eyes glued to nothnig. Mind ever-moving. Timeless images. Pictures in black and white clipped, disconnected. The soul insensible to tears. Perishing is unmitigated pain.
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Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 7:37 AM UTC
"Striving for immortality**
Table, My father and I sat In our timeless silence That brewed away beneath the lights Like a sweat that never breaks. Sister and the Stranger Sat flanked by pillars, With two full glasses of Blood-lit wine Simmering warmly like Lamb's hearts Dropped into bowls. Never do I love my sister more That when she wears that little fishhook Of a smile, A grim refusal of her lips to flicker down, Making mincemeat of photographers, Men in bad jumpers, And garrulous psychopaths. It was crueler than any frown. Far more efficient. The Stranger buttered her bread-roll all at once, (A damning thing to do this afternoon) And dinner turned to coffee Without a hitch. I noticed that the whole evening was Done in a deliberately cut-glass way - Two siblings painting themselves Into the people they never wanted to be, To make a bloody-minded point. *She’s not one of us. She’s nothing like us. She’s nothing like mother - Absolutely nothing like mother!* And as we stood waiting for the car My sister turned to me and said – “I thought my expectations of daddy were low.” She swiped at her flapper-girl haircut, “Turns out my expectations Have a basement.” We only notice class When we need to shut someone Out. We only notice class When it's all we've got.
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Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 6:31 PM UTC
Wolseley Standoff
here a sleight prayer to the gods of precipitation for the garrulous little swallows in the agave decorating like trifling bits of finery whilst the sky waves and waves come crashing.. thanks be to the gun metal of gray a cheery wave to the non existant horizon hooray,for the cooled southerly breezes while day cries our scorched and when yesterday but the day before and now now.. the collection of sighed the changes so say cool and the sweet perfumes.. the relieving rain rains down.. exclamation
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC
here a sleight prayer to gods of precipitation
From the thicket of garrulous bamboos, a love lorn song, in the air makes waves, enthralled, a rustle, from the foliage of a mango tree laden with fruits, A wistful tune announces,"I am here" a hearty call  heard in return, a symphony of love, fills the air two invisible lovers, woo each other. a sonorous duet, above nature's sounds, in clear high notes, celebrates love newly found, cacophony of birds, is bridled sudden stillness is all ears for love notes. now the lovers,  are in the air circling each other, madly love struck. like a breeze meets and carries fragrance, love is sought and found,  a song composed!
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Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 10:35 PM UTC
finding love
My Kingdom is a builder,s yard. A Bethlehem of measurement of plasterboard and timbering. An interwoven sepulchre of garrulous vernacular. Expletive-laden badinage, our handle of the hardstand is the character of companies I keep. And unto these my time is priced, my soul is planed, my name is signed... but in the dark of winter evenings, watching ancient planets rise, I contemplate the other lives another me, might live...
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Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 1:05 PM UTC
Realm
Scatter the ashes that have become steady flesh Before someone collects them to bury the remains in a false cemetery Scatter them quickly into the flowing rivers and high up in the skies I am parallel to their world; I am the closest to death Ligaments and veins that was once compelling Supreme yet a puppet to garrulous demons An artistic treasure box of limited oxygen Fell victim to powerless witnesses that chose to keep their silence When our bodies collapse and our hearts expire Revive my breath with visitations and flowers Although I am now a river and a turbid sky I am parallel to your world yet I am right here by your side n.j.
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Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
When Our Bodies Collapse and Our Hearts Expire
In the bamboo grove they met, a garrulous parakeet, repeatedly asked, "Aren't you in love couple?" "We don't intent, we are out of it" they retorted, "Hey, you still keep it, kiss and make up"it pleads.
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Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 11:07 AM UTC
What the parakeet said
Fabulous, innocent, and gracious is this fig tree; how deceiving? When it bares no fruit. Fake, iniquitous, and garrulous is this fig tree- now cursed to never eat of this fig tree!
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC
The FIG Tree
We have become a society engulfed in static noise Ineptly assenting to untruths of money-grubbing publicity seekers Garrulous banter by self-promoting fame hunters Disintegrating our already fragile minds Previously destroyed by brain rotting internet forums and absurdities We are at war with one another with comments and supporting “likes” My opinion, better than yours because I am louder and angrier Your opinion, better because it is thunderous and provoked Execrating each other over the words of self-important personalities Spewing hate with ads in between. Let us return to three local channels and phones clutched to the wall Let’s go back to less information Go to the library and read more books Sit and talk with our families Play outside when it rains Let us stop listening to news that is no longer news Because it is all just loud judgment Let us retrieve the miniscule quantity of hope we once had Before this world is gone
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Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 11:04 PM UTC
Thoughts
you won't bleed because you're not about to burn. you saw my lips curl straight talk and mock the glockenspiel of my garrulous tongue. you stun my assets. my accent falters. but yes... you hear me yearn. you gnaw at my shin splints. we resist what ain't lost. we grog the real liqueur of our tepid angst. get ****** up. i'll craft a promise when i'm tongue-tied... i'll say anything with my tongue; yup. i love you. but our disasters are so beautiful, i could love that... i just might hurt you with my mouth full...
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Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 8:27 PM UTC
i'll craft a promise when i'm tongue-tied... i'll say anything with my tongue; i just might hurt you with my mouth full...i could love you...