Best Press Down Poems

Set upon the new world stage within the burning fires of hell. Silently posed factions of the elite, suppress the true inherit of Mother Earth. The meek children bending over for millennium, taken spankings of bare bottoms, pelted slavery. 

Upon entry to rule, the open...

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we merge ...
          I, rooted in your core
               grinding up as you press down, never deep enough
     supine,...

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I will thank you
For your voice.
It adds a weight to the hem of the veil
That will press down
The curtain of secrecy.

Your words, your octave, your spacing
Will appear before my closed lids,
As an artist painting a self portrait;
Of a man I have never seen
Or touched or...

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On a whim, 
a demon will grab a fist full of mind.
Slap it down- roll it out- sprinkle it with lye. 
Then pull out its cookie cutter heart.
press down hard...real hard...
Feed pieces of sanity to its hoard.
Half devoured they crap you out.
Into the shadow of...

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My faucets run cold, what IS this about?
My hot-water-heater-tank pilot light's out!
Press down that red button and click 'til I pout
Then spew out a string (my religion in doubt)

My stove-top still lights, I can still take a bath!
Boil three piping pots full (I HOPE that...

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Reaching out unconsciously, not knowing where to embark upon,
This damned spirit is grasping, doesnt know what else to do, 
With no vexed thoughts on whomever else may read or know,
My fingers press down with an anxious intent, focused and true,
No one else in this moment,...

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The gift of a man maketh room for him,
The gift of healing,the gift of understanding,
The gift of given to the poor,this I long for,
The gift that supersedes all, this I crave,
this I work towards ,this I dream of and 
this I die for..

For a decade,...

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There's a push in my pen 
   a coax in my keyboard
A prod 'cross my fingers
   a poke 'top my brain

Each sentence hides muscles
   nudging stanzas to bustle 
One poem's done, here comes the next
   press down...

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There are pets and then there are people in fur coats.                                  ...

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Calvary Hill. 

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I curse the day I ever entered Jerusalem,
I curse even more ever meeting Gestas.

The night chills seem to burn in to my wounds
and I feel wretched and stretched upon this cross.
The blood around my mouth has congealed
since i stopped biting my lips in...

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It has been a long time since
I have been away from you
and tonight, I miss your soft-glowing
presence, and the serenading shadows 
conducting the silky symphony of
your peeling clothes. I miss
your reassuring steps, as you
approach the bed, and the gentle sagging
of the mattress as you press...

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(Several here have encouraged me to post some of my erotica, so here's a start)

My thoughts fly back to you,
and to the facets of your being,
beauty,  giving,  singing, creating
of safari to adventure, softness
and unique remembering
of images too deep within
to realize as one until...

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Top of the family tree
Looking down on young life
The future what is there?
A chance or more chances
To become more~improve
The deceased press down hard  

Train up the children
Teach the youth what's right
Show them correct way
Point them to the light
Through hands of love guide

The very top
Now...

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When the poems sound ordinary,
change your pattern of life.
Live more than write awhile.
Go out and run a mile.
Get yourself a new wife.
Visit an observatory.

Sit and zone awhile.
Witness something vile.

Fall deep in love.
Be reaped by love.

Break a woman's heart.
Get your heart broken.
Just press down the lead...

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There are oceans in the ridges
near our house.
Ripple marks and sand slips
set in stone. The long weathering
of the world exposed them
and eventually will wear them down.

A thought experiment: first, a knife.
The thought precedes the word,
as in the fable god brought his works
to Adam to be...

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