Best Gratifies Poems

Why He loves me, I can’t imagine.
Why He blesses me, I am unsure.
Why He values me, I don’t know.
Why He lights my soul, is unknown!

When He stills the winds, I listen.
When He moves the heart, I pray.
When He forgives my sins, I’m thankful.
When He smiles...

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In denim- blues skies: 
the sun hums gold a decaying monotone
of chest crushing heat on teeming trees 
to fields and prairies, where they striptease.

And when the wind gusts: 
cool hours seed encoring the hues 
of ochres bright not of fire forced.

Spirally wheeled pupils may whirl
as...

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A beckoning charmer,
Desire’s erogenous Flower
gratifies homage.
I justly kneel… 
Love must now obey
Pleasure’s quest ridden subjugation
till unchaste voracious waves, xenogenous, yield zealotry.

For Charlotte Puddifoot’s Sensual ABC Contest
September 25, 2015...

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These are the building blocks of bread
Flour, salt, yeast, and water warm
You must wait for the dough to rise
You knead, then mold to proper form.

It bakes and comes from the oven
In many colors, shapes, and sizes
Pride of knowing that you made it
It is a process...

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We have all been broken and fallen
Twisted by sin in that way. Our first
Instincts are often negative, that causes
 Us to say, and do wrong things day by day.

When we follow our old ways it last only
A while, and gratifies the flesh just the same.
But...

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Erotica





Ascending bodily carnal defines erotic flare,
Gratifies holistic infatuation, jiggles, kindles lust,
Moral notions of passion quell raunch,
Sultry torch unchastes voluptuous whizz,
 X yearnings zoom.




Written Sept 27th, 2015
For charlotte's contest...

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Oh, America,
my beloved America.
The world owns your soul,
and chortles as catastrophe comes.

Bartered was your legacy,
for riotous living,
and pottage no longer gratifies
your innards cravings.

Terrorist lambaste your innocent,
and spread false doctrines.
Fear and anxiety hold you captive,
casting foreboding shadows o'er your land.

As a mongrel wallowing in its vomit,
so...

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i felt like an adult, and i guess i was, but barely; 
old enough to feed myself, but still on mother's dairy. 

struggling to find the cost of the intrinsic value of my state, 
i pieced together my emotional standing and found it rather reprobate....

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When the eyes could no longer hold what’s brimming
and the fingers do nothing
but spread it on to what’s wrinkling.

When the voice is a strange thing
for the continuous vowels are worn out…shrieked at himself.

Then the narcissistic grin is all that gratifies the soul
which no one has...

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Dewdrops cling
To the scent of a fresh rose
Only letting go
For the graceful smile
Morning sun wipes away
The precious jewels of dew

Buzzing, breathing
The heavy air of flowers
Petals gentle, dancing
With the relief of a promise
Whispering, soothing
Embracing the sigh of the sun

Music drifts, slowly
Calming the spirit, the hope
With prayers...

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God , i ask you to take me off the shelves
I dont wanna be for resale
But up front for your details
Im not just about the sweet tales 
I talk about the three nails
And im frustrated cause it just seems like cheap fails
I wanna see people...

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Hey all you temporary oscillators
born to the impetuous posture
you gun jumping rattle shakers
wavering your body English
in a gesture of kinetic ardor
for the passage of time as leverage
against the recognition that what gratifies
and profits and returns a bit of leeway
against the fiats of civic disapproval
is but...

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The sun will shine brighter tomorrow when
Reaching out to another, every arm extends
Wrapping around love, yearning for a hug
Gesturing admiration in universal language

Like beauty of flowers and the beat of music
Sound of peace gratifies every human being
So does the smile that emanates from heart
So does...

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A fever in the midst of a winter chill;
a shiver in the heat of the summer sun-
For love is not a choice but the kismet
of undeniable passion and kindness.
And that is what love is to me-
the thing that satisfies my starvation 
and quenches my ambitious...

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THE DAISIES
You really have to hand it to the daisies
They dash the lawn like gems on rich brocade
Their sparkle that thus gratifies our gaze is
Cut short each time the reaper wields his blade
Yet in a space of fecund summer days 
They raise their heads, resume...

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