Best Leeched Poems

Gold Fever 

History will not record the bloated weight
Of this pious and bigoted race 
Or count the fat and flaccid wealth
Of religions idolatry

Those pages have been scrubbed clean
By prosperous forgivingness 
And the cruelty of established political dominion
Will not tally the bodies of the oppressed

To them,...

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"Heart"  

Deep fissures formed
in the cracks of 
the nowhere place
where time leeched
bleeding claret 
through the green 
veined blues

protean bit by bit
the flesh disappears
prematurely 6ft under
mulch for rebirth
the subcontinent
conscientious conscience 
inward reaching

the divine central tableau 
revels in its simple existing 
the complexity suspended baulks
at the...

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I heard taunting echoes and scurrilous snarls.
It was my conscience, and I listened as it spoke
in accusations, contemptible remarks aimed at me.
Shameful words delivered to break my fallen spirit.
In mocking voice of Shakespeare's Hamlet, I heard,

"Fatuous one, why does your writing hand quiver,
mimicking the trembling...

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The Fight


	Determination to remove your force
	of despondency.
	That osmosis of my joy being leeched
	through your membrane of anxiety
	to a cavern of what if’s and if only’s
	preventing the next step, the positive thought
	due to the never- ending saturation of the negative.

	Maybe moment by moment, cell by cell...

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Once upon a Pike’s Peak dreary,
This witch said her name was Carrie,
Fog so thick couldn’t see nary,
Though her screech was a bit scary!

Suddenly the thick fog lifted,
What I saw was nary gifted,
She stared as on broom she shifted,
Astrid the broom her dress drifted.

I saw her...

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Freedom.

Oh you can run now, I'm setting you free
So for once in your life, accept gratefully
Ignore every time I proclaimed in the past
My arms open wide will, again, be the last
I said that before I won't say it anymore
I'd mean what I say, then you'd...

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So I wrote again. This took longer than it should have. Only fair to warn you, this is a long one.

SHANGRI-LA

Prologue

The village gates stood, like old men stand

Worn with age and bent by time

Rust had claimed each iron face

As had wrinkles done with mine

The iron...

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There grew in a garden,
White flowers pale as death,
That grew in rows like tombstones, 
Their odor; foul like dragons breath.

Flowers bent and brittle,
Stems with many a thorn,
No sweet fragrance, just a stench,
Their existence was one to mourn.
 
These deadly flowers spread,
The world was its domain,...

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Back to Reality

Waking up from dreaming...still screaming at myself wondering why it keeps 
seeming to still be just a dream....but in reality mathematically nothing adds up 
to be what its supposed to add up to....so I do what I have to do....from fake to real...false...

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To The Heart Of Viking Legends And Thor's Great Oath,
Part One, (In tribute to, the poem, "The Old Gods",
by Calvin Dill Wilson)


When the Olden Gods cast mortals aside
such was hopeless and part of divine Fate
Now in far nether realms they sulk and hide
waiting cosmos to...

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O' How I Hated That Damn Ground


I stood there raining my tears
utterly broken at fifteen years
Thinking of all that dad gave
now newly laid in a lonely grave

O' how I hated that damn ground
screaming but with no sound
My family broken up as can be
yet none as...

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Aurora begins collecting daybreak’s embers -
sparking them till sun has caught on fire.
If fortunate, we get to waken to blue skies
as sun rises higher and higher.

Brightly comes daylight – eventually fading
after its zenith has been reached.
Sun worshippers know very well
precious light by nightfall can’t be...

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This is the second half, read part one before this

...This life was unlike others, not ripe, not light
We curs't them, 'stood not their mutual blight
There was a strange ambience, a UV map
of Pyrrhic love, a Stygian rapt

We could not believe it, to see it borne
Their...

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For days, for nights
you moaned in pain.
For weeks, for months
you cried in vain.

For days, for nights
you wept in silence.
For weeks, for months
you anguished with prudence.

For days, for nights
I leeched on your strength.
For weeks, for months
I feasted on your health.

For days, for nights
I gripped my claws...

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Transformer-changeling, 
liquid currency of purchasing. 
Themes
Selling us your wares as we wade in your maelstrom pool.
Accentuating my cares.
Dreams.
Weave for me-from your electric spool.
Your hourglass adbdomain spin(e)-dling, fondling, sifting, and gonduling me to my destination azul.

Capture us as we aspire.
Before you consume us in encompassing desire.
In...

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