Best Fine Tune Poems

POINTING TO THE PROBLEMS 
  {Bivouacs}

Beat down with legal fees
Tied up with taxes;
Tripped up with mortgages;
Ripped off with student loans
Insulted with insurance
Telephone updates.

Out of date opts,
New upgrade rates;
Food on the down-low
Carrots in the closet;
Conjugating with fake rice.

Plastic cabbage, inedible corn.
Tomatoes with fish dung
Water with...

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When asked to write Limericks about ladies
I said, "Oh, no. There's no way in Hades!"
Too many are my friends
I'd have to make amends
Not even for a brand new Mercedes

Then, I gave the matter a bit more thought
And chose women closest to my heart
The ones in...

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Music of Love

On cloudless, starry, starry nights,
you sit on your moonlit patio,
under the cool canopy of Royal Poinciana trees
showing-off their flamboyant scarlet petals.
Cradling your beloved cello between your legs, 
you plunge into a vortex of musical love. 

Skillfully drawing your bow, you fine-tune her;
testing for...

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Poetic lines
plucked out of the universe of creativity
a structure perhaps in place.

The poet's mind
a receptor
like a television receiving radio waves.

A message and a form emerges and a pattern appears
then to be arranged and carefully designed
like a quilter creating a quilt.

Further guided to play with words...

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I gaze beyond 
the sky of sapphires,
waiting for a
spark of sailing light,
listening to 
the balmy breeze~
they kiss the 
rays of silver,
with tales of 
my eclipsed past. 

Maybe tonight dandelion 
wind will dance in sync~
to sunset kayaks cruising
through wounded waves, 
shimmering amidst
tear-stained dunes… 

I lean on...

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Dear 2024,

I hope this poetic vow 
wouldn’t be shunned,
as I block negativity 
from my phone, 
like my bitter exes.

And forgive my sense
of humor that 
resembles sour grapes, 
like a dash of salt 
and pepper sprinkled 
on top of old drapes. 
Perhaps, as this 
year bids...

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Jenna’s Saloon on Soup Creek
Tania, Deb, Kim, Constance, Belle 
Darlene, Connie, Paula as well
Work for Jenna in her saloon
Waiting on tables in fine tune.

Singing as customers are served
All things abnormal are observed 
The gals listen to what goes on
Reporting all to Mayor Tom.

The saloon’s a...

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Smooth Elevator Operator
I truly am a smooth operator 
When I let one loose in the elevator
If it’s only me there my air blows free
Have got my own detonator you see.

Able to let fly with such immense pride
And can play a fine tune from my backside
That...

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Line of inquiry:
blessings from above
transformed lust to love
delusion to illumination
earth-heaven bilocation

When darkness consumes my lost mind,
I turn to blessings from the blind.
To escape ego's flame of lust,
tones of zen my soul yearns to find.

Before my heart fades into rust,
I turn to spirits I can trust.
Fake...

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Suffering through the pangs of writer's block
 A blank page awaits my poetic ink
 Like a rose waiting to bloom
 The words will become the budding link
 Forming poetic petals where beauty looms

 The first letter hits the page
 And my poetic canvas will impart
...

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I Swear A Sincere Oath Each Arriving New Morn

Amidst wreckage and sorrows dwelling deep
I fight to beautiful memories keep
To break dark that threatens to engulf me
So oft swamped by storms from crashing seas
I a floating leaf in massive expanse
Lonely and bereft of heart's true romance.

I...

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“Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and buttontops, bags and bones, ash and rind and dandruff and nailparings, saliva and snowflakes and moulted feathers of dreams, the...

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Altered, boisterous, confounded, disruptive, energetic, fine-tune, growing.
Hyper, inquisitive, jokesters kindling love, mystified. 
Nervously obsessive, pubescences question radical substance, surprising.
Teasing, uncontrollably visiting wild, xanadu youthful zest.  

Copyright October 15, 2014...

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Some say the scientific method
                              Is the ultimate algorithm and others
                              Prefer prayer.

For symbolists, all intelligence can be reduced to manipulating symbols, in the same way that a mathematician solves equations by replacing expressions by other expressions. Symbolists understand that you can't learn from scratch: you need...

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Straight rows of soft chairs, larval eyes stare blank
Absorbed by glowing colors on the wall
Their jaws slack, fetid whiff, unwashed and dank
Arrested minds the blue screen does enthrall

Their horticulture, growing docile strains
Indulge the twisted whims our lords conceive
The whores to culture, placid in their chains
Reclining...

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