Best Entreaties Poems

DUET TO PLEASURE

B a b y...

How can I get you out of my mind
When It's you I only want to twine?
Shall I befall to some...

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To eyes that see spiritually,
prayers at their most ardent
appear like random meteors
or lightening flashes,
ascending suddenly
amidst the myriad of points of light,
creations' more common invocations.

Burgeoning in...

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Oh, mythical fairy, how bashfully you woo me tonight
Attuning love’s lyrics to music of the passionate night
Alluring astral delight, the moon and stars you invite
Dazzling...

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Usually, I fall behind
Where I’m supposed to be.
One step back (or more), I am
In perpetuity.

Papers pose in giant piles,
Awaiting my perusal.
All entreaties for removal
Meet with...

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That was Then, and This is Now

In the crypt of our loves memory, we danced so free,
Our romance, a cursed flame, burned with spectral glow.
But...

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A Devotion Poem, FATE
(Written for my husband, Jim)

My beloved and I, with our hearts not only 
aligned in love, but also in the empathy and...

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Just when you have abandoned all hope
You have tried everything, and nope
She's ignored all entreaties...
Just then your true sweetie
The gal you'll call wife
Into your life
The...

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Gentling verses, like softly spoken dawns,
Pour out rhythms, releasing hungers,
Stirring hearts to breathe, restoring hopes,
Prayerful moments trembling,
Echoing, glistening shafts of heated praises,
Mysteries in shadows, embracing...

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Jesse Forbes

1893 – 1911

Black Canyon.
Now, there was a place to be!
It is true I was born a brute in a Quaker Town.
Born a bad-tempered brute...

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A crippled mass of beggars
Each at the corner of every street
Deformed by cruel and greedy hands
They perform their daily feat
Of scrounging from the passers by
The...

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Love is not known and 
can never be known, for 
love cannot be weighed
like bullion or flour, 
love cannot be roped: 
a wild mustang running
free,...

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*Image of Little Boy Fishing by Mutual Art

Cape Cod Boy

A warring feat
expands beneath
petite and huge contends,
a unique line
tugging the brine
taunting as it suspends,
a juvenile
bear naught...

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So we cross this threshold of war as awful friends in freefall,
and with these trumpets and drums shaking the graves
of ancient days we bring forth...

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George Schultz

1898-1917

I was reposing voiceless on my deathbed,

As with the silent fog on a winter’s morning,

On the way out of here from kidney failure,

And as...

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Oh death, 
You are ugly!
Get away from me!
Each time you laugh
Your guttural laugh,
Like a Python,
I know you have devoured
Another poor soul
I know because evil forest
Lives...

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