Best Contoured Poems

An Empty Circle – Part 5
 
A clearing they did enter slow,
though haste was of the days found deed
Beyond the waters chanting flow
of driftwood doors...

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(oh, mercy ... )

amazing eye whites,
perfect and pure as glacial ice -
they draw me in,
like diving into a clear Caribbean lagoon,
fluid and cool ...
brown iris...

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Coffin lungs unhinge a chest open bare, 
fragile skin ripping thin as bat membrane-
flutter in waves of vapor, from the heart that beats itself,
 ...

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Once, a girl in my tip-top prime was I,
not much sleep needed after a lullaby-
contoured figure with toned legs and buns,
gym at 6am just to...

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Yes, I know, it hurts real bad
Yes, I know, we do not really need it
But then, in a man's world
Even if we do need to...

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There she was
just a few feet away

Glossed lips
Powdered face
Faux lashes
Contoured cheeks

We locked eyes
then she looked away
cold and distant

Maybe she was
tempting me
to walk in her fire

She...

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An icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This...

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Eu-e,
Eu-e-e,
Eu-e,
Bucky Fuller Big Bang.

U-C,
U-C-A-G,
U-C,
ribonucleic acid.

Yang-Yin,
Yang-Yin-Yin,
Yang-Yin
Bucky Fuller Big Brain

My Friend Bucky Fuller
came down to me today.
He said,
"Lao-tse's Time
grows not-not binomial
radiates fore
and gravitates aft
Space and Time
poetry as...

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Cerulean pools
cascade slowly 
with glistening pain,
tracing the gentle curve
of your soft skin,
caressing each 
contoured crease
as if sweetly kissing 
your flushed cheek.
Like the bright beaming
rays that...

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(for Jon Accomando)

mine was the last generation to be spanked. sensuous and real, w/ corporal punishment— at
least you felt something.
sadly, it too has been corrupted.
in...

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I call her Angel
My man made metal guardian 
Protecting me from pearls of the sky
She provides me with warmth and comfort
As she accompanies me through...

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Thumbs wiggling on east wing, backstage
lines skipped like a broken record
with trails of script on hand, sweat poured,
pale rose-in-waiting was I on moist page

Theater brimmed...

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Mid-life street woman from red town
she was...I grew up with her under 
mango trees now softly drooping
their shoulders much like hers.. but she,
still contoured ...

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In numerous locales countrywide, they hold sway
Pirouetting at intervals like ballerinas from Bolshoi
Beauteous, feline and very feminine
Slender to the point of emaciation, not quite
Cultivating the...

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Often I wake up and see around
All the smiles & laughs & shouts, they do
The chatters & chirps & the happening hue
Them, with pretty faces...

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