Best Earlobe Poems

The Bedouins, bequeathed with the sacred beauty of paradise harsh,
trusted guardians of jealous gorges and gifted groves
lead me from the Wadi Musa to the humble ingress of Petra,
saying with thrill, the Jin of your Jihad awaits you White Lion,
we embrace as Brothers of Light and...

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She pleaded to me with a blushed body,
ready readily for the holiday my maintinance could muster for her pink engine,
the electricity my overtime bedtime love ryhme induces, innerbody outerbody attention,
my woman pled and I fed, her skin smelled like sweet leather, expensive and exotic,
her taste,...

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A hidden treasure
shiny and gold
underneath my pillow
almost a perfect circle
once hanging
from a lovely earlobe
on the gypsy lover
that came and went with the moon.

The wind has brought me
her name this morning
I recall the blue and gold scarf
that draped her shoulders
apple-blossom cheeks
bright red lips slightly apart
affection waiting...

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'Hey J-Dog..!' alpha squad's boss, a real character, 
pointed an exaggerated finger at my chest..
Asked him 'yeah, what?' 
'Your shinin'...' - Looked down to see, 
a bright red envelope pokin' out my breast pocket. 

Goin' on Big Eye patrol, NOTHING better shine,
makes for an easy...

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Your skin glows like the Watermelon, 
blossoms Amazing as the Lily in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your Drumming voice
and leaps like a Giraffe at the whisper of your name, Bo.
The evening ascends in on a great Nightengale wing.
I am calmed...

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She hugged me and bit my earlobe
                        Scratched me and  pricked me with a probe
      ...

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"It's all in the earlobe," I heard him say,
And I wondered where I went wrong.
For my ears were lobeless , and I was weak,
But this ear full of lobe man was strong.
As I eagerly listened to each word said,
A strange thought occurred to me.
If my...

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I exist, where your heart fails to resist the lips of love
on the earlobe of your aching beauty and the nipples of your curving needs,
I exist in the circuit of blue veins that circle your flowering soul,
the star that stirs violet sparks in the center...

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Beggar-boy quiet watched eyes lavender blue
 One look of buried winter songs chiseled at my soul.
 Tattered earlobe sullen deaf bored with a hole
Flash of pride, lightning wells I could not look into.

Saw the velvet violin case and bore a hole there too 
Molded pride...

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Every earlobe ever pierced, minus non-pierced lobes, without exception
 Quantified by head size, quality of piercings, and variety of earrings worn
   Under ultraviolet light, utilizing reflective space, sound waves and distance
    At appropriate intervals, measuring cut, clarity, carat, color and...

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Behind your earlobe there was a birthmark that had the shape of palestine 
But they taught you in there that it was called israel 
In the hearth of your chest lied a heart full of vitriol
Out of your choice they altered your pulse, degraded your...

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What do you think of, when you hear the word SOFT?
Is it gossamer spider webs, lining an old barn's loft?

Could it be the fluff, from the dandelion seed?
Or the down from a bird, whose been recently freed?

Would you describe SOFT, in musical terms?
Like Pachelbel's Canon...

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Have you ever had a major itch
Deep inside your brain
Where your whole face does a Chubby Checkers twist
Driving you erratically down crazy lane

You need to find that special something 
To cram far enough up your nose
And if you can't get to it that way
There's that...

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Only you will know how to make my heart whole
Only you will know the spot just beneath my earlobe
I surrendered to you time and again
Yet only to you will I do it once again
Sultry sounds emanate from your each parched word 
Making sweet memories so...

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It was a sultry summer day,
The air lay thick and still.
The leaves hung flaccid on the trees,
As if slumbering in a deep sleep.

No birds were to be heard
For they were hiding from the heat.
The awful quiet was deafening,
And the utter stillness unrelieved.

She pondered about her...

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