Best Stenches Poems

I saw him resting his laurels among dust
With dry gin conquering his stenches
A company of skulls screaming
Eerie sounds move through the trees
A hooded noise screaming...

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Just do it.
Whipping lash,
hot, cramped pit.

Odor, stenches
still working.
Cash coins wrenched.

Wealthy, rich
sitting back
pulling stitches.

Dollars drop.
No more wages,
still won't stop.

Sit, knot, knit,
broken wrists,
just do it....

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Calcutta. 

Hot and unberable in the searing summer heat 
and unberarable for more reasons than the heat. 
In a popular tourist cafe an American widow...

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(In December 1936, English poet John Cornford
was killed in combat near Lopera, during the 
Spanish Civil War.  It was the day after his
twenty-first birthday....

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Wonder Wonder
I wonder what we left off 
As I sit thinking about the wonders of the world I see that there was one left out
One...

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Beauty tells the story 
Of days we were younger
Come join the famine
Lose someone
Beneath the sands
At the Tip of your toes
A touch of the gods
Join the...

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On Vacation With Middle Passage Memories

Out over the alluring expanse 
of the Big Water---
where the sky rest upon
the water’s edge---
where undulating ships wait
to fall off...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Seven

The balding weeping willow by the Prefecture Gate’s railings
There where on drowsy summer’s day gather swan and goslings
To...

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The silence of morn makes this place forlorn
in the fields, the hillsides, and trenches.
Over two hundred years since the bloodshed and fear,
yet you can hear...

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1914-1918 World war 1

Bullets flying over trenches 
Can’t see too much for smoke that stenches

Lieutenant makes orders to stand here fast
Don’t be scared chaps we’re...

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Since they cannot fend for themselves, how they can yawn rest of the night and go into the morning experience no food move in the...

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congregate and anticipate please,
eliminate traces of old dirty fleas.
please don't confuse any old thoughts with these.
christmas trees smell better without presents.

pungent, pulpy stenches float up...

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Why dies the blue sky red
Hue of a deeper dissolution
Falling from the face
The puzzle of Africa

Stains dry and brittle circle the dust
Where withers a standing...

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Merit was always the gold medalist
Then came the shrewd unconcerned capitalist
Who endeared and sold to many the cheap thrill
At jaw-dropping prices reserved only for mastery...

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Foul as Funk!...
   Stenches your honey-sweet words;
   Politically polite,
   as you perpetrate,
   ya freakin posers!

How can you...

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