Best Fleshing Poems

SOUP SAFARI
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here I am in NYC...packing after a safari –theme night party
with Soup members two nights ago, filled with awed revelry.
shrieks whistling on...

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My lala mal flats is skinking like that
Shimmy, Jimmy, gimme some of that hat
We're fleshing and flexing, cheek to cheek
meshing, on do-own
Shimmy, little Jimmy will ya break a my heart?

My pushaloopa swish swash skirt
gonna twirl you, swirl you, send you out a this world
Shimmy, Jimmy,...

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SATURATED SEEDLINGS:

Start 

A solid life form
Shelled until Saturated
Grounded in suppressing soil
Surrounded and submerged in darkness

A seminally insignificant seedling
Attempting to sprout above the horizon

To let the sweet sunshine photosynthesize itself

The green applaudance
As its begins breaking through the darkness into the place of life and light

A mother...

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Roses are red violets are blue
Low self-centered pricks.
That doesn't deserve to be hired need to be fired.
For I am getting annoyed by they violation. seriously need to be fired.

Roses are red violets are blue.
Eye for an eye. Tooth for a tooth.
Everything my enemies try to...

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From “The Last Land”

From a burning hell my shell broke free and with it
The parade of vanished angels moving in group
Along the edge of the enormous Galaxies and all of them started to sing:

	I'm the sexier from a given day you will hate
	I'm the uglier...

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The Dry Dispatches 

To the sullen cemetery in the sun we trudge,
No better place indeed to find memory’s heartbeat, 
and a plate of forgiveness inside its eating green gardens,
as human bones hypnotize the dry dispatches.
No, I cannot sit here and continue to listen to you....

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HANG OUT LIFE

As the tadpoles hangout with the floating cork; so many lives.
Hoping to develop into desires dreams.
Each  stage of existence, lives find  place to hangout.
Some hangout  in bus stations, drinking bars, night clubs and under trees.
As the flies hangout with ...

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so the poem goes
along the nose
a proboscis bridging
along the ridge in
alphabets of aromas
mouthing wordy stomas
with stanza's scents
to write recompense
right between the eyes
seeing to a surprise
fleshing cheeky meter
poetic phrasing sweeter
'til lobed on ear and
lips whispered near in
recognizing expressions
facially i reckon

© Goode Guy 2012-01-25...

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5 for Howard

When I came to sit, fleshing out the day
by three west windows where on good days
the sky blushes at its edges, or flames
a scarlet denouemont, my gaze flickering
from the boredom of Sunday television
found distraction in the burgeoning leaves
of sycamores near these panes: a...

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A thousand years ago
on a sorrel hill,
arms became wings.

We dream of the room,
the belt's snake sting
given for wrongs we have done.

Now we rise in dreams
to things never expected,
pluck the opalescent shell
of locust
from rain soaked oak.

There is no original sin.

We take the punishment
as our last: arms,...

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None fiction

You to Young to understand
Since the night I birth you I fell in love.
Your tiny hands, your 6pound weight that felt like I had 2.
That night was a special moment  your bith was at 7pm.

You don't understand but it's okay.
I know it's annoying...

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Light in the darkness;
Orange blossoms hearld new fruits.
They ride the wafting winds.

A fruit tree gives birth
Fleshing out its little ones;
Orchards of newborns.

Colored baubles hand
On arms reaching for sunlight;
Bountiful harvest!

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Ripples running from the moist
Hot, water.
That mix together with heat and create light.
As is the way of summer,
Steaming,
Fleshing out black letters
Micro chips in beaded into your skin.
Where the hard sounds of sentences 
And paragraphs 
Flourish.
Like the air plants that dangle from the clouds
Taking in nervousness...

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La Loba rose with the sun barely glancing over the desert’s surface.
This old hag was as reliable and necessary 
as the fall dearth marching toward the spring’s refrain.

She carried with her a sack in which to store her cache.
La Loba shuffled through the sand searching...

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beak’s pecking away
chiselling wood from my side
hole reveals insides

is it work or play
pecker’s constant yammering
or to stir me up

plug up scab or slug
the critter who’s fleshing out
a home for squirrels

i’m feeling squirrely
running on a hamster wheel
pounding on the walls

Elmer Fudd my spouse
guns blazing looking for...

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