Am I the best Medium.com poet to have ever lived?
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And Blowjobs and no fake arse advice! And medium, where the real content at!
I only seem to read and see and skim through real bad poetry. Atrocious writers scribing current events into words that a four year old could have written. This and that and too much terrible-terrible advice to first time writers.
There is no advice for life!
live and ye shall write!!
Castanets on the graveyard of righteousness
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A walk in the graveyard at night
Provides the shrill film reel
Knowing, you know! you feel
Locked up, against your own right
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In the coffin under the stars
Contemplating Apollo and mars
Why’s and wherefores of meaning
Tomb slips under the earths leaning
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Brings it back to the solitary
movements of personal duende
Momentum! Stationary!
Resurrection a sonorous ending
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Rattling castanets, jazz guitar
acapella free-love
Hidden rhythmic sounds afar
Caustic cacophonous revelations above
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The somnambulist flower flows up river
Disgraced corpulent images deliver
Notes from the lions sizzling at beauties knee
Awake, awake the walking corpse
— — To horizons
— — — — — — beyond belief!
I fart these lines out but are they any good? I have no readers I presume this means they are pure excrement but I cannot cater for current political tastes. Poems should be eternal, should they not?
Flawed dismissed, withered hips
