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Unknown Tablets

The lady got pregnant because of you!
But you gave her some unknown tablets to swallow;
And, inserted something into her private part to abort the foetus,
However, this illegal abortion led to her death! !
Yes, you've killed today!
A mother and the unborn child;
And to terminate the three-month-old pregnancy was the case.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Flower For Her

it is not a fresh flower
cut from the garden of my love

it is a dried flower
inserted between the pages
of my book

it was the first flower she ever
gave me
when we escaped class
to walk hand in hand
on that nearby hill
filled with the memories
of our youth

i am giving it back to her now
that she is moving on
with her own life

same with me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On The Receipt Of A Hamper. (In The Manner Of Homer)

The straw-stuffed hamper with its ruthless steel
He open'd, cutting sheer th' inserted cords
Which bound the lid and lip secure. Forth came
The rustling package first, bright straw of wheat,
Or oats, or barley; next a bottle green
Throat-full, clear spirits the contents, distill'd
Drop after drop odorous, by the art
Of the fair mother of his friend -- the Rose.

poem by William Cowper
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There Is

there is beauty in smaller things
a single red petal of a rose
in my pocket
a white pebble hidden
in my shoe
a lock of hair of my beloved
inserted
in a page of my favorite poem

a little space where i sit
in my garden
a single tree to shade
my head
a little bird singing above
my hair

a small rock where i can
just sit
and feel the slow
movement of this earth

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lines In The Travellers' Book At Orchomenus

In this book a traveller had written:­
'Fair Albion, smiling, sees her son depart
To trace the birth and nursery of art:
Noble his object, glorious is his aim;
He comes to Athens, and he writes his name.'

BENEATH WHICH LORD BYRON INSERTED THE FOLLOWING.

The modest bard, like many a bard unknown,
Rhymes on our names, but wisely hides his own;
But yet, whoe'er he be, to say no worse,
His name would bring more credit than his verse.

poem by Byron
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Cloned

Clone the children, they're better that way
Clone the children, now they can pray

My world is unaffected

Clone the god, its best when it sighs
Clone the god, it's all inserted lies

My world is unaffected

Clone the world, emotionless insanity
Clone the world, and let the children see

No salvation
No forgiveness
No redemption

Clone the martyr, he's not needing
Clone the martyr, he quit bleeding

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poem by Corey Baker
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Our Brain

From the moment we wake
until the moment we sleep,
our brain is actively learning
everything we see
for future reference
if the need be.
Every little cry and silent sigh
gets a place back there.
It is also duly noted
with loving care
in case in the future
it might be needed by us somewhere.
Every once in a while,
our brain puts together a story
and that cry and sigh
is inserted somewhere.
We’ll awake in the morning
and say to some one,
I had the strangest dream last night.
When in fact it was our brain

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poem by David Harris
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Quarterly Review (Revised)

Did not sing in key, made so many mistakes, changed
the wrong things, did not find musical tonality required,
missed references, inserted others that should have
been left out

In spite of a new system inhibitor to prevent too much
adrenaline in my central nervous system, I still lost the
plot, can't continue translating, feeling bad with a
headache, my mind confused

I want so much to be an asset to our team but my dream
is in abeyance - ‘Wanting is a good thing' my guru says,
but it did not help me to do my work well and present a
neatly finished assessment document

The worst is the feeling of being a criminal

poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Whipped Cream On My Anus

murder burn your nipples with ciggerettes and turn your face into an omlet then bite my own foreskin off before i piss on it, prepare to bicycle spokes in your eye sockets, while i shove a table leg covered in blue cheese up your ass, slit your stomach then your guts get wrapped around your throat and i choke you till' your nuts turn black, adjust my back, miss chiropracter, i just did crack, while snorting exstacy, injecting speed and fucking cats, ayahuasca is my favorite drug, when i got your daughter tied up with an anus plug, inserted in her asshole, left in for three days, then i rape her, video tape her while the diahrea sprays

poem by Mayhem's Apprentice
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I Thought Of Her Just Before She Called

Take that day the 25-7-2012..
I read all your poems
I feel all of these
I am all of these..
How do we All feel, This..

Thrust Upon us I enquire?
Was it advertisers, inserting there wares.
Tricked by the moguls on that brash plane
Moral influence numbingly belted, no mas no mas!
Unconsciously wers we inserted upon
Confused! ! Strangely, abused I feel not

Take that day the 25-7-2012
I read all your poems
I feel all of these
I am all of these..
How do we All feel, This..

The Records, the message stick,

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poem by Hal Burke
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