Best Fascia Poems

We have taken all anxiety
into our dreams
cruel, unfathomable acts 
lodge into our fascia, as pain

Part of a raging beast, 
oozing out of control
helpless cells, imbued with a wisdom
overcome by cancerous greed.

 We chase frothy bubbles
lose concerns in selfish
pursuits-far be it from us to be
the conduit...

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We bust ours
To help theirs.
Masters of the all-nighter,
Supporters of caffeine. 
Sleep is but another word,
Far less important than fascia. 
Pushing ourselves 
For that extra tenth of a grade. 
Somehow it doesn’t matter,
Those wise-second years tell us. 
The boards will level us all, 
Make our efforts...

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GOD SENT THESE WORDS!
The most omnipotence felt by humanity is via the passion of God.
He has sent the flood of natural disaster.
The rain came so great that guises praised his name.
Never another fascia would exist within this nation.

The wrath of God was due to disbelief.
The...

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So where did all the flowers go when the lights went out?
  And sunset plunged beyond the rim of planet’s earthly crust?
It rained a constant torrent in the middle of a drought,
  Global warming brought a chill, of irony it must.

Where have all...

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A soldering wire pushed into the skin,
the bubbling, crackling burning of hair,
scents of a barbecue, roasting pork,
hazy blue smoke, fascia stripped bare.

A razor blade slash and the welling of blood,
staining the steel with a crimson hue,
slicing enough to maim, not to kill,
a badge made of...

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A back flipping coconut is very very amusing at a ball but ball pits are moving around so one must surely wear wellingtons or a pair of anglers' waders when jumping across such multicoloured curves. Harp no more sang to a lute at a castle....

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Schlerotic schlemiel schleps...and says Shalom...

to anonymous readers March 6th, 2021
(blustery and chilly Saturday)
reminiscing about mien kampf,
when precious irretrievable youth
frittered away within
emotional wilderness of mine.

Into lonely senescence -
three plus decades already elapsed
trepidation, hesitation, abdication... unbearably
tugging, shouldering,
remonstrating accumulation
of "baggage" thumb

of right hand thrust out
silently raving, quaking
cursing ultimatum...

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A tablespoon is merely a tablespoon but not when placed on a table. It is merely an impediment of judgement to attempt to eradicate constitutional rights and beans jump very high when put in a nine foot pan. When the stove is at the correct...

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Mandated this faux gremlin explorer
(alias Cliff Ford) donning reinforced
rubber baby buggy bumpers to dodge
any errant wild jaguar, ram, thunder bird,
bee in blue bonnet hood lamb, et cetera

and/or any cowl screen Fascia hissed
dee fender must be subject to an intense
hot grill, especially if grievous, ferocious,
egregious, deleterious...

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Bone-tired?
Your muscles get tired, actually
Well, perhaps it's the fascia
the connective tissue sheath
mainly collagen
beneath the skin
attaching or separating 
the muscles

Chilled to the bone?
Not likely, fellow
unless you are emaciated
due to illness or famine or such
Otherwise, your bones
are probably still
body temperature, 98.6F

I imagine by now that
you've a bone...

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I soft-swing on the granite face ...
Cuddled close to the cooling stone like a spider,
Sun slithering into the emerald-studded reach to seal the day.
I dig into my hip sack for the last usable piton -
There are a few old ones driven into the rock to...

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There are doors but you can’t knock upon them
And if they were opened
There is nothing to see if they did
Just a  hollowed out space 
Large enough for the width of a door
And no more
Some temples are like this
A dry sandstone and façade and fascia
Not...

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In the Dark of the Night
It really doesn't matter
How much snow is on the ground
Or how deep the frost has penetrated
Earth's sacred and hallowed ground.

Moonlight plays with shadow
Moonlight listens to the wind
Sunlight hides with daylight
Waiting patiently for the next day to begin.

The temperature dips well...

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Schlerotic schlemiel schleps...

Into lonely senescence -
three plus decades already elapsed
trepidation, hesitation unbearably
tugging, shouldering,
remonstrating accumulation
of "baggage" thumb

of right hand thrust out
silently raving, quaking
cursing ultimatum parents
(soffit to fascia in)
saw fit to fashion
and hammer home

red hot poker rage
their singular male offspring
middle child of two sisters,
who long since vacated...

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swish ...
the button, pressed
watchful, ever ...
the blade pops like magic
diving, dermal, tearing fascia 
to cry red tears ...
petulant, like the growing puddle
crimson, it collects the marbled squares
like sandstorms collect the desert, creeping
flowing ... deliberate
rhythm in the drip
'so many raindrops' ... red rain, these
the tempo matches...

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