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give me poetry
with broken noses
that grow back crooked

give me poetry
with severed ears
a line that reads
how you meant it
and how i took it

give me poetry
with skin melted
from dantes inferno

give me poetry
with psychological nudity
and a soul searching eternal

give me poetry
with emotional exhibitionism
acceptance of but
immunity to criticism
philosophical neo-romanticism

give me poetry
a bit out of touch
with our time

give me poetry
that rhymes


Beautiful
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  1. Brian MillerJuly 16, 2011 at 7:58 AM

    nice...great piece theron...would love to hear this...broken noses that grow back crooked...yes

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  2. Brian MillerJuly 16, 2011 at 10:47 PM

    smiles. glad you made the party...about to hit the sack myself...good night theron...

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  3. Theron KennedyJuly 16, 2011 at 11:27 PM

    Thanks Brian. I appreciate the reads/comments/support you've given me in the last year. I hope everything goes well with dversepoets.com

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  4. ClaudiaJuly 17, 2011 at 3:11 AM

    ha yes - we want poetry like that...poetry
    with broken noses and everything...great to see you in the pub theron with such an excellent piece...you get your bacardi in a minute...cheers

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  5. Laura LynnJuly 17, 2011 at 11:12 AM

    Yes, poetry with broken noses to grow back crooked....yes, I want poetry a bit out of touch with our time! Nicely written Theron. We all need poetry and it needs to be just like you said.

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  6. TashtooJuly 17, 2011 at 2:44 PM

    I am one of those paperback novels...you know, the kind the drug store sells? I was sold at Gordon Lightfoot! (personal hero!) but to add the brilliance that is your writing...what a treat today! Please do not mind my crooked nose...my author has yet to complete me! Wonderful! Here's to you, and to dVerse...raise your glass!

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  7. Mark KerstetterJuly 17, 2011 at 6:33 PM

    I applaud that broken noses line too. We're like trees - despite wounds and disfigurement we still reach for the light, and poets are like sparks.

    (god, I love that song)

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  8. AnonymousJuly 18, 2011 at 1:46 PM

    This poem is so demanding, Theron, but I'll give you some poetry. :-p

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