Best Finger Poems

Pink and perfect mystery 
to which I ply my finger, 
she ripens so exquisitely
the longer that I linger

and fluff the modest blossom
with my gentle loving...

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*Secreto de Medianoche*   
  
~On this very Night~
   I found myself in a
       ...

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Once Upon a Purple Sunrise

Pretty as a Periwinkle,
in your frilly summer frock,
the one with purple polka dots
that matched the cool of early dawn.

Haloed in hazy...

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guided streams  of bright lights few squeeze through a crystal tight sky 
colours this nature scene brand new a freshly baked pumpkin spiced pie

a...

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He told me to be quiet each time I tried to speak
knowing I'd obey for he believed I was meek
Months went by and I acquiesced...

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My turds float like choc’late marshamallows
Just lurking about in the shallows
I guess that my butt
Is truly kaput
So doctor suggests bitter aloes

I questioned such treatment regime
Doc...

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I lift you up, delicately
like a bouquet of flames in pink patient fever,
romantically, I rove your surface with fingertips that tingle,
the texture of your treated...

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Have a lovely day


Pushed now to the limit by a never ending whisper
Lost behind the meaning of a question I can’t hear
Dreaming of a day...

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I am somber
like November days
and my words speak
weak, as if through tired tongue

I see the trees
stand naked
reaching their limbs
across the stream
as if touching
and comforting each...

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T'were the night after Christmas, 'n' the house was all dark.
Not much money for 'lectric in the ol' trailer park.
Ma waitin' tables at the club...

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Standing on tippy toes
Top shelf 
Reaching
Stretching
Finger tips edging the jar forward
Imagining the taste of chocolate chips on my tongue
Yumm mom's chewy delicious wait till Saturday...

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it was the sixties
we were young
we were going to change the world
spin it like a basketball on our finger
take the three point shot 
win the...

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I have deleted the 2 poems I posted earlier today, and instead I offer what will be my final write.  I have read the...

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In the recollections of my journey thus far, the tattered pages of my life flutter
in my mind.  Like snapshots of times and places in...

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This bridge has arched the lake's narrows
for a century, flanked on either side
by Autumn trees shedding their faded leaves,
blowing with the first snowflakes
across worn gray...

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