Best Electra Poems

I erased everything: thousand 
traces of my fantasy 
thousand futures of your grief 
thousand scenarios of hope 
thousand spaces of our destiny 
but a remembrance...

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early dawn cracks the  wispy air
open , wandering around viscous spaces
like fairy shadows caressing the edge
of sleep… and the days stretch longer,
 
taller than...

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I thought you the Master of Expression
               Your verbal dexterity
 ...

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She’s a small little fairy all by herself, 
She desires to be all alone,
Loving the silent words in her mind, 
She’s the whole complete gang...

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The Darwin Awards are a posthumous honor, recognizing those who have improved the human gene pool by removing themselves from it by their own foolish...

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~ Oh, maiden of light cracks the wispy air open ,
wandering around viscous spaces
like virgin shadow caressing the edge
of sleep… and the days stretch longer,
taller...

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Limericks VII - Naughty, Bawdy, Risque, Absurd

There continue to be modern sequels of the famous "Nantucket" limericks, including this bawdy one of mine:

There was a...

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Swallowed up somewhere in the South Pacific
Amelia and her Lockheed Electra vanish one day
On July 2, 1937 her last radio contact received
In that time, poor...

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Dainty dolls with flowered walls, setting sail for her promised land...
Pink ballerinas sequined of light; breathless stages a mirror she finds
Where beauty paints her eyes...

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Did your mother ever tell you,
Did you know?
(Some of us have a penchant for the inscrutable)
Did, your mother ever tell you
(These bonds are primordial and...

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It seemed so long ago, my star was born
Pure white brilliance, blinding and warm
A beauty unrivaled by queens and kings
Even more fair than Saturn's rings

Pulled...

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You know, tis somewhat easy to understand Apollyon as your
Crew holding a tad bit, in misery projecting towards an imperfect
Time but cool kids just never...

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There's no porte on my bike-electra
And neither is there a fenêtre
But it's not so very bad
To be sometimes rain-gear-clad
Cuz I'm smelling the roses, etcetera...

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This time, I sing the praise of ecclesiatical love.
  Though not esoteric, thou  followers never allow
to think it beyond the sinister bodily move....

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Dainty dolls with flowered walls
Setting sail for her promised land.. 
Pink ballerinas, sequined of light
Breathless stages a mirror she finds ?
Where beauty paints her eyes...

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