Best Exotics Poems

Now let us forget foreign captains
And Conquistadores myth
That colors the morning exuberantly
With exotics wars and phony fathers
Like a fine lady strolling along a rotten street
I have tasted lemon
And though I wince at my tongue's
Sharp reaction
I value the tart worthiness of vitamins
And the aroma of the...

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We have this flirtation me and you--
never quite able to see your face.
Watching you while all alone.

Sometimes you write my night
with scrolls of silken words
saying love notes upon the dark sky.

I would blast my way off to visit,
find myself sick and falling free
with foot falls...

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UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

Part 1

Of all the different kinds of love. 
Some are gentle. 
Some are oppressive. 
Some come with pre-conditions. 
Some come from expectations. 
Some come with zesty flavors.
Spices and exotics.

In a secluded corner of an antique mind
time enshrouded locked away in a jailess cell 
is...

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The Avenue of Gastronomic Delight

Down the broad avenue called Gastronomic Delight
City life gathers when twilight awakens;

In eateries, drive-ins, greasy spoons and taverns – jumpin’ joints jumpin’
Like Snoopy with his dish doing the suppertime dance;

Lured by the siren of food from imagination’s industry -
Reached out for...

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I didn't know the blithe Flower Child.
Whose singing, dancing others said wild
One with flowers and love in her song.
She was a wildflower all along.

Wildflowers bloomed for miles and miles.
We looked at them and broke out in smiles.
They borrowed their tints from rainbow's hues
Then traded sips...

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Easter Eggs and Tulips

Grandaddy was a quiet soul, 
born in 1888 on the first day of Spring.
He often stopped to graze his sheep, 
on the lush green grass 
found at my grandmother’s old house, 
where she played with dollys and jacks.
A knowledgable gardener by trade,...

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Coexist in complexity
A perplex proxy of our galaxy where exotics exist
Exhale the excessive vexations toxic to expansion and relax among the obnoxious exposure
An example of expanded thought mixed with textbook genetics
An extrovert flexible to the exceeding paradox
Excited to be the exemplar, to exit and convex...

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Africa, 

Upon this vantage pedestal I see you, 

i gaze from this hollow quest, 

away from the home of my ancestors, 

a sojourner for a time, 

I yearn, 

to tread again the beautiful climate of my origin,

where no strange stares forbids my freedom, 

Africa, 

Did...

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We embarked on an adventure
That was quite quixotic
A scientific dream quencher
Searching for exotics

We started where we thought made sense
Out on the sunning docks
Where perhaps there’d be an immense
Native Great White Butt Ox

We packed all of our photo gear
And pursued the best sights
But only found local...

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A madman pushed me off the track, lucky not much harm
I sat in the Hospital waiting room with just a broken arm.
They handed me a form to fill, 20 genders, 10 types of race -
I tore the sheet with my good arm and walked out...

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Lemon with smell of cheese and a sausage scented cake,
And the cheese which tastes like a three day old steak.
For such an exotics taste take my advice.
Just stop to wash a forks and spoons and knives!...

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10/23/22
"Knock It"

What I smoke is frosted
Money and time it costed
Has yet to turn out how I've wanted
Remaining undaunted
Going in and out of areas that are haunted
People continually taunted
So worried about what the cat brought in

Doggone it
Occurring far or near life that is aquatic
Constant not just...

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7/5/21

Chopsticks
Lockpicks
And exotics
Continually the clock ticks
Certain situations required antibiotics
Or the use of narcotics
For some it angered and others it was hypnotic
Near and far from lifeforms that are aquatic
There is peace or conflict
In a world that can be chaotic
People keeping it one hundo or being psychotic
Did or...

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Easter Eggs and Tulips

Grandaddy was a quiet soul, born in 88 on a spring day.
He often stopped to graze his sheep, on the lush green grass shoots in May
found at my grandmother’s old house, where she played with dollys and jacks.
Knowledgable gardener by trade, he...

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landscapes
  inside
 the mindseye

thoughts
 pictured
in
reresentations
  topographcal
terrains
in prospect

elaborate
exotics
  artfully
  engineered

in

  ostensible
outlooks
 outwardly
    abstracted
searching
  for
     senstivity...

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