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"perspicuous" poems
crimson bubbles on hands taught how to hurt move with perspicuous languid violence gently kissing cheeks with vermilion its claret kin erupts (quietly) from nasal voids sheathed in perspiration's caress i shimmer like a dying god my sinew writhes in unflinching horror as my edifice delivers gossamer destruction we sudored monsters
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Apr 14, 2010
Apr 14, 2010 at 1:25 PM UTC
akaii te
Quietly sighs the dawn long and languid through the hours All to come about lies in wait Per chance, to say Something sagacious, Something great. Dreamers wide awake; So erudite and perspicuous. As if their dreaming were to dream away the smothering Incubus That sponges up the will to act by a forlorn soul expecting that fortune’s grin will have it's heart as effortlessly as it's wanting. Stock-still and stunned of mobility Tipped teaspoons heaped with emptiness Into steaming cups of void Sipped by thirsty lips of young on blarney stone, a kiss and tongue, to speak their yearning with sang-froid.
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
So Jung and So Sang Freud
In a cage locked up My soul cried out in scorch crup Imagine the dangers of living without God Penitentiary enclaved Money, love couldn't hold me back being enslaved Ambivalent feelings crossed my next step I toiled round this invincible cage ill my bones munched death The thought of death quaked my heart Stars turned to galaxy of fear Then God spoke to me outloud Ain't no cage son; but your hatred, selfishness, anger and resentment for people My mind coined in perspicuous bitterness God's mercy broke this cage And I came out unbelievably highspirited
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:35 AM UTC
invincible (my soul battling with the unknown)
activating the simple motion of her hips she divulges the languid perspicuous rivulets of her sensual into the immaculate ocean of this infinitely crisp winter city
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Jan 1, 2012
Jan 1, 2012 at 5:53 PM UTC
Untitled
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa parading par excellent paragon parent (parenthetically parochial particularly partisan) parvenu passive, passionately paternalistically patient, paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist, perceptive, perennially perky, permissively persevering, persistently personable, perspicuous, pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy, playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy, poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular, positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist, praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly preponderant, presently president, prestigiously prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine, privately privileged, prized, proactively procreative, prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable, progressively prominant, promisingly prompt, prophetically propitious, prospectively protective, proudly proven provocative, prudent psyched, puissant, punctilious, punctually purposeful.
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
Panglossian Perspective Pivoting Poze Pretentiously
are we not godS? you are the root of my flesh i'll make in your blood my blood (he'll crop the land with eager perspicuous grating ) and mark it with his hands he who is the seed of my strenuous metting of yours and i's of ours he's a
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Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 11:20 AM UTC
Untitled
the wind howls like a hound (sans the totality of sound, as the truck slurs its final groan) bespangled crown of the NLEX festooned by pearled light all across its furtive stretch the heaven in my darkness says Now as silence is drunk in funeral hilarity. the truancy of populace says Who as the morning beckons with its blue entry becoming almost whole (and ethereally exponential) Pildira sings like a bird and self becomes so quietly rational; like my heart, (the metronome, settable configuration of labile fortuities) gropes a perspicuous vision and plants it to mine chest. Pildira flutters like an old butterfly in this new morning and i, with the net of my hands cold with song, will be songless in the moon without stars, or stars without moon.
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
Pildira
Somehow we opened each other's hermetic hearts. Our perspicuous love rippled across the cosmos. Distancing ourselves from the turpitude of the world.
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Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC
Undaunted Love