Best Cutely Poems

Missing Teeth
                   Authored by Chuck Keys

a rainbow walked into my room
pretty enough to bloom
pink and purple with smiling missing 
teeth, happy as a butterfly cutely reminiscing

fulfilled deep...

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I had seen - her calm, cool, composed - like a soft soothing breeze,
Though she could turn tempest or tornado or weakly wheeze;
Like a formless cherub in an endless garden of love,
She covered the earth while racing on cloud-Morgan above…!

Lovely you are! I said to...

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timidly touching
cutely cuddling
sweetly sharing
buddy bunnies...

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The tumultuous whirlwinds had now ceased
The roaring, nettlesome sounds have dried away
The tide is now silent
The clatters and jangles,
now dead, they are.
Far and wide, the drumming sounds, ululations...
For the happiness, peace and calamity, found again
All is being born again.

The sky is blue
The dark-dark, huge, cumbersome...

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C r a z y  Cate just had a
   C-section. Crabby, she
      couldn’t control her moods.
         Catatonic one night, 
         ...

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The stars are your maids and the sun, your veil.
You’re such a mirror of elegant reflection
where beauty peeps and marvels at itself.
Your body all round, always ask to be pet
all tissues sensually interlinked with mesmerizing excitements.
A hundred places resonating when one part is touched.

Boats of...

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I sat before that panel,
some half my age,
that didn't know a tenth,
of what I do,
that I thought had the power
to change my life and
I barked, 
and drooled, 
and rolled over,
and jumped through hoops,
and licked butt,
and played dead,
and chased my own tail,
and preened, cutely,
and even scratched...

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Her back never faces the door

“I’ll only need you on certain days”

she says
(absently)

“I’ll have to write them down
my memory doesn’t work so well
especially when I am caught up”

she’s thinking
(a lovely stare)

“Who is that in the mirror?
Where did she come from
why the  is she here?
I...

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A bliss so old, yet void of functional losses
seemingly very simple- making them a divine binary
exhibiting commitment cutely disciplined, fashioned and pure
superseding the training of a hundred seminaries

Just holding hands and perfume’s scent
bring back memories and give a fresh experience
oldskool tease and creative naughtiness
generate uniquely...

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The air is crisp, and soft the breeze
A perfect day, is sure to please
Put on my fuzzy robe and socks
A perfect look, as cold it blocks.

Through the glass doors, as I look out
The squirrels are hungry there’s no doubt
Must feed them first, my meal can...

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F luffy full or fine, all my kitty-cat babies have fur lush softness

E ver kept styled thru cutely rude cat contortions that aid sandpaper

L icks focused on groomed perfection which at times my cats wish to 

I nclude me in as my due of tongue...

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Beneath hardened and thickened wings,
Twinkling soft and cold mystical lights mesmerize.
Showing off Reels, jigs, poussettes, and flings.
Dark nooks cutely they burglarize.

Swaying around their electronic duff,
Spreading friendly vibes, they light up the dark.
Elated with joy they flash out language of love.
Lost in their sight I dodge...

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Perfect in every way
 Affection that has no evaluation 
  Rare love that is held by fathers every day
   Eternity with my children, no need for salvation 
    Nothing said to disarm me or inhibit my say
  ...

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(A confession.)

She was as a tender flower,
 Blooming in the early spring.
 Such innocence, such kindness of heart,
 Such a fragile thing.
 From some other world than mine,
 So trusting and naive.
 A perfect mark for me (poor thing),
So easy to deceive.

 All of nineteen...

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Various Heresies 5

Tonight, Let's Remember
by Michael R. Burch

July 7,2007 (7-7-7)

Tonight, let's remember the fond ways
our fingers engendered new methods to praise
the gray at my temples, your thinning hair.
Tonight, let's remember, and let us draw near...

Tonight, let's remember, as mortals do,
how cutely we chortled when work...

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