Best Flossed Poems

My New Years resolution is not to make any more New Years resolutions!
I've made 'em in the past but they died on the craggy shoals of the Aleutians!
I'd swear to ease up on the vittles but I caught those scales lyin' to me.
I tried to...

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The Cyber Nymph
Loch David Crane
August 18, 1997

Lie back--expose your belly ring		
up unto the sky. . .
I just hope when I get down close
it won't put out my eye!

That summer I was 48 
and she pert 25;
I left Prozac in the cupboard 
and Reality went Live.

I...

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My favorite sanctuary is the side porch where I would screen the horizon and
amble around to feel the wonder of this place--- robins trill in the morning ;a garden path leads to rows of flowers and plants. At any given day, the round table and...

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I Lost Weight -
What is weight? Dictionary.com - The amount or quantity of heaviness or mass, amount a thing weighs
Verb - To add weight to; load with additional weight, to burden with

Yeah, I lost weight, a whole lot of weight
The weight of uncertainty, fear, doubt,...

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"The Muses"

Allusions 
camouflaged confessions 
I have read them all, each page

envelopes emptied
turned inside out 
pockets of Poésies 

they sprinkle their messages
like confetti, minds  popping 
like corks, frothy and overflowing

some kind celebration 
cupped and bled
stories of fairy-flossed confection

the sugar compote 
cooked in the head
before dreams

are...

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We'd made a dawn start that day, following in his footsteps, as
apparently Jesus used to get up early.
Our group had gathered for a reading, and to pray, along with
fruit and cereals our first staples of the day. 
The good Lord had gifted us a painted...

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Your tight-fitted, neon-pink top glows in the dark surf,
While your fluorescent G-string sparkles in my brown eyes.
Each, firm buttock, the well-rounded quarter of savory Roe,
My raised shaft in mock-tandem salutes each, titillating swivel.
Your silver bangles reflect the golden sun beams:
Your silver locket refracts steam from...

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JOE VERSUS THE RACCOON 
By Kate H. Stark


Each night ‘twas the same old proverbial shout. 
“Hey Joe, will you please take the garbage bags out?”

Joe sighed, rolled his eyes as he walked toward the door.  
To take out the trash was his least favorite...

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though strictly Fermi, and oh...(en Rico) plus sun
dre other parvenues, a rapture
     surges thru me,
     when audibly communicating, enunciating,
     and speaking English words

as if hi ken run
a marathon, or zip to the moon,
...

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You

You
You
You 
You

You

It rattles and thumps around in my bones
Like a soft pillow
Made of diamonds
Crunching in my blood
With hobnob nailed cotton puff boots  

You
You
You 
You

You

It slaps and kiss-lings shudders its way through my head
Stomping around in my pulses raucous
With candy flossed lips 
Banging and begging...

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Balmy summer air to southern climes doth repair
On horizon, blue azure panels shaded with smoky tincture
Silky, white fondue relpaced by pallid, silver hue
Fondling, summer breezes; gripping, autumnal wind freezes
Cooling waves react with fertile leaves; amber gown doth 
retract
Nutrient-rich chlorophyll doth spill and sugary saps rill
Anon,...

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Blood tells you a Lie. 

Its dirt will, strip you clean
Its teeth rip out your beating heart
like a statue,you stand De robbed 
cold in its shredding winter blast.
It deals out numb, gorges on your dignity
steals your guilt pecked last crumbs 
leaves them hanging on your...

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Wonder's Mother, Misery

      Digging up the philosophical topic:
      Disputing bliss as the ultimate state. 
      Argues that striving for worthy causes
      is crucial to satisfaction....

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DISQUIETING

moonblued crooks stoneblack built
granite rough shadows sliced thin
adorned in fleece flossed films 
drinking
sour grapes from acid cups
diced moon rinds with a
meagre shine

yawped vaunting thoughts of
nymphatic cold visions that
hold no pairing decisions
starving fantasies deplete
desperate food for thought

seagreened darkpurpled
dreaming we were perfect
and we were….
we didn’t hear or...

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I'd like to thank you (you're so nice)
for all your well-reasoned advice.
Without you, I would sure be lost,
forgetting to be brushed and flossed.
I wonder how I got this far
without you, wisdom's superstar.
From everything that you have said,
you must think I don't have a head. 
I...

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