Best Cushion Poems

Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine...

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What shall I see when I see a picture of you 
Frame against rainbow of eternity?
I dream of you ... upon the canvas of my...

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Silence is deafening
Like a dungeon dark hallway.
Door after close door of bounding
Moans and groans, and painful
Yelling gasping for air.
I sit in this cold
Dark cell shivering...

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Set upon the new world stage within the burning fires of hell. Silently posed factions of the elite, suppress the true inherit of Mother Earth....

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Deceased
Released

Goodbye
I cry

Church pew
Hurts you

My bum
Now numb

No droppin*
The coffin!

4th March 2015
Written before dad’s funeral - I'll take my cushion to sit on lol
* not proper footle...

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In novels, love is the obstacle overturned by the ardent swain
In song, love is a grandiose solo in melodic chains
In poetry, love is fervent rhyme...

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A trip to a very large
and far away hospital. 
I was visiting a sick member
from church, there belittled

For a wet place I felt on my...

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Many days I am as frisky as dandelions of the diaspora
With mine liberated wings in the pristine skies I fly… fly… 
Other days it is...

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Hesitation
Just a moments delay
Lives change forever
Trajectory altered 
Heading to the unknown
Why? Why?
I so liked my routine
The unchanging gives me security
Makes me feel safe
I like to...

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Between the trees tall figures

Sisters hidden by perfect mirrors

Behind shivering trees pale and drawn

Shadows snicker at glories dawn



Fairies draw near flickering sheer petal wings

By quivering...

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Come rain, come; let the swallows fly
Let womb of swollen seeds travail
Let the prison wall of dust now die
Come rain, come in water, sleet, and...

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beneath skies of topaz

flawless

 infinite     in     depth     and     clarity
...

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Tussled hair, bruised knees, toothless, lop-sided grin;
Ma is so thankful her dear little imp wasn't born a twin!
She likes things running smoothly, like a finely-tuned...

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The knowers are the star gazers
Who sit on the corner of the crescent moon
Wildly, wildly
With sparkling eyes

My notions are lacking substance
Lacking grace
Lacking innuendo
Separately I traverse
The...

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a walk in ice rain
                    ...

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