Best Fully Poems

genius?
sometimes you are in its minimal spotted light...sometimes!
other times you just know you've been touched and you freeze,
moved but frozen...like a stranger it moves in,...

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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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This seasoned evening
sported a full faced 
Orange Kool-Aid moon.

Fully aware it was a marvel
it shot me an arrogant wink.

Not once but twice.

I think i heard it laugh.

It...

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I have a little garden
growing on a page.
No mint, I beg your pardon.
I hope that there is sage.

It’s ideas I plant there
to see what they...

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I could have cried like a bride at a funeral
Bled out, dry. I could have but I was already
dehydrated...I

i think of you

I wish someone could...

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My poems are conceived, not within the womb,
which long time now has been devoid of seed.
My poems are born from a need to be heard:
my...

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The sky is a gigantic bowl of pink turned upside down,
spilling soft rose petals that peeked out
from beneath snow white billowed clouds
till - fully blossomed...

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where crystals gleam 
i want to lie

where the scented lily opens
reveals its stamen
tender as babies breath

as unavoidable as our sun's and moon's provocative union 
as...

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Traveling through the doorway in my heart
I emerge
Gently closing it
I place my palms on the worn hinges of time
I lay my ear near its surface
As...

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I know you're not here

but you are in my heart 

so 

you are always with me

i'll just slip into you

with these words.
 
I know 
there...

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Somewhere in a dream, 
Serene and blissful from the start
It comes to me again
The two of us in love, and eagerly alone
Breathlessly naive', and blissfully...

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A transparent melody paints the walls
in the coloured scent of fresh linen.

The changing of sheets in the morning air
can not erase our dance from evening...

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I cannot comprehend our great Creator’s mind,
how every galaxy he perfectly designed -
how every atom in the universe is his,
ordered and known by him, as...

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i wait at the river for the cry of the loon
                             ...

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Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine...

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