Best Ear Lobe Poems

Sudden rain brought me
under your umbrella
for the first time.
For the first time
you were so close to me
with your fragrance.
The umbrella was
not big enough
to cover both of us.
A raindrop was trickling 
down your forehead.
I was following it's trail
without listening to you.
Your words couldn't touch me
like the...

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Blue – 
for your arm wrapped around
my clavicle. I thought
I would loose my breath.

Red – 
for the cusp of our hip bones
struggling to pull the drunken color
from our orange cheeks.
and our sweat, our sweat, our sweat
evaporating 
in the drenched summer air.
Our pants futile afterthoughts
Left crumpled...

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It was not that she was the only woman in the group, when mingling precariously beneath the bronze figure of William Booth, or her classic stance, when placing saintly, the newsprint covered bottle to lips willingly breached, but her opulent style, her contrast of attire,...

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Being sensual isn’t necessarily about sex.
I recall a night of such immense innocent delight
that all my senses -heightened- far exceeded
my teenage expectations of romance.

My sense of sight had already been triggered
from the moment I first met the young man
whose eyes so flirtatiously met mine.
As sweet...

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Zero.
By which nothing is divided.
No zero
no negative
no opposite
no hope
no Adam, no apple, no marriage, no morning.
No mirror
no knowledge
no God, no soul, no ear lobe, no Iliad, no Odyssey.
No universe
no black hole
no zodiac
no hero
no mission, no omission, no fission, no fusion.
No beanstalk
no tractor
no yellow
no 7:30, no...

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Sudden rain brought me
under your umbrella
for the first time.
For the first time
you were so close to me
with your fragrance.
The umbrella was
not big enough
to cover both of us.
A raindrop was trickling 
down your forehead.
I was following it's trail
without listening to you.
Your words couldn't touch me
like the...

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Madame Sosostris, the leaves are running away
With the springtime wind, into the University café,
Mr. Scogan, what prophesy of apocalypse do you bring?
The grass smells oh! so fresh and green
Budded with cupidity and sin,
In shadow behind the lamp,
Tent pitched beneath a Portabello mushroom,
On your ear lobe...

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I bask in your love
your warm and heated air blows softly upon my ear lobe
"My ear ring is gone as you choke and gasp for breath"

Your fingers glide slowly down my legs
your mouth so close I can feel your lips that are so direct
"Making my...

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 Angel of mine, where are you now? Hours drift away like seconds as I

Lift my somber heart and head to the heavens asking, "why, oh why?"
In one moment, your tired eyes held my gaze; then, with one kiss goodbye, 
Frozen in time, forever you...

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Ned Kelly
DNA
Kelly DNA found
throughout the land,
and down around the
Dungle Bore,
Fred Layton had a
strand,
He had the Kelly
earmark, wore,
his descendants
Harpers, grand,
wore the Dan Kelly
type of ear-lobe,
that DNA had
planned,
If you look at Red
Kellys' brood,
they have the
lobeless ear,
distinctive breed &
trademark proved,
Don Johnson says
it's here,
Fred Layton he was
no wuss,
clean-skins they
needed...

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people who drop rubbish are so very very ignorant aren't they? BIN BAN BOOSH NOODLES AND CREAM.

Oh a lethargic tidal wave. Atomic power of circumference but dormant, hibernating, and still. But placing pineapple ears that stick up in triangular styles is not very fitting really...

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The darling of my heartling
Could do no better acting
With a bouquet,
Like a valet,
He turned me all scarlet!
 
Armed with his old pen, he hid in his den
And wrote for me, love verses, just like a man!
Then, beneath my balcony
He sang of his longing matrimony
Oh what...

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I wake in a morning of your glory.
Your face so warm you hair all out of place.
I lie and listen to yesterdays story.
You talk with a sweet small voice.
I look at your words coming from your mouth.
I say “shushh” As a love rush comes into...

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I’ve kissed you in the northern states;
I’ve kissed you way down south;
I’ve kissed you with my moist, warm lips
and with an opened mouth.

I’ve kissed you on the ear lobe;
I’ve kissed your little toe;
I’ve kissed you places in-between
where others cannot go.

I’ve kissed you where your skin...

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Lori (the shadow of a lighter poem)


Lori, I'm not in love with you, but I do think that you are pretty;
so with a pathetic chance to smile, I was willing to take your hand.
I could not understand it though, before now, you never talked to...

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