Best Grooved Poems

There I stood, flushed: gripping
a  diaphanous pelvis of his guitar, 
he rips a pulpy drool of velvet notes…
glossy under a roulette of lights,
saucy on the parquet floor upon
an artist's feet :his  body movement 
resembling a twisted weave;  the
bossa nova of high timbre...

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Phoenix Defrosted

Given by the Sun God the good of the moon and some lucky stars
he sits full of fortune love and still in miraculous amazement under 
the bright rays of southern soil soaking unbelievable kindness and
mutual compassion granted by soul searching and Higher Power

Love had...

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She said we don’t sit together in the car anymore
Remember when we first met and how we grooved
I said too bad but I’m still here behind the wheel
So can you answer this, guess who moved?
I was watching the game with a bowl of ice cream
She...

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The engine: Long and black
And sleek as she could be
She shook the earth in her approach
As her heraldry.

An atmosphere of steam and smoke
Expanding in her wake
The Queen-of-the-Rails speeds on
An arrival soon to make.

Massive is her presence
Enormity her design
Power is her excess
This Queen is so refined

Once...

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"Heat Wave" 

A new dawn fades
as the sun overtakes
the division in joy

the top layer 
shiny and new 
still and blue 

calm and observing

underneath 
the cover of morning
the firmament dissipates

like phoenix burning

sensual pleasures 
sharp grooved 
igniting loose ties

sacrificing cool 
language dripping
like molten honey 

over a body...

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Some ooglay dweeb-o-rama after school
went and caught me mashing with my boy toy
(a stella stud, I kid you not -mad cool!)
Geek said, “He’s half your age!” I said, “No DOY!”

Before that tard could gag me out the door,
I told him, “Hey, step off and bag...

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Blossoms like orchids, waxy white
Waiting for pollen's lore
Producing those bean pods purple
Chocolate treats galore

Green, yellow, red, purple grooved pods
Ebony dark the seeds
Bitter the natural flavor
Desire has acquired a need

Planted 'neath fine cacao tree
In death feast 'pon dark seeds
Bitter the pulp very toxic
Theobromine just feed...

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There lives a woman
In a village of the West
Besides where lake amazes
Where torrents do crashes
Her tender hand waves the maize
To buy or eat and free your hunger
By her side lays her kits
The woods, the coals, the matches
In her eyes lives the kindness
Happy, her hut waits...

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the dark raven 
beckons my soul
amidst quaint cackling of
the jackals mangling hisses 
I witnessed flowers bloom
 
as the giant oaks
began to kneel at my feet
I witnessed his face 
why I heard his voice
the mauve sky rumbled 

the clay ground crumbled 
at this beautiful coming
sweet Jerusalem...

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The sweetest torture
Is to walk within your circle of fire
Being warmed
Being charmed
Yet knowing
Knowing
Your fire does not burn for me

The sweetest torture
Is feeling alive in the light of your eyes
Being enlightened
Being brightened
Yet knowing
Knowing
Your light does not shine for me

The sweetest torture
Is hearing the symphony of your...

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Where will I be?
When your plane bursts the clouds
On its way back home
To your boys’ embrace and Asia 
Dissolves
Like a forgotten stopover
On another ticket to Destination 
Life.

So where will I be?
When the softness of your hair 
Cascades gently into your 
Tall form to 
Tilt its...

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Dusk finally breaks
so we assert ourselves with ecstasy
and weed.
We claim omnipotence in pills and
crystals, whose uneven facets
reflect our fractured souls
shone through the darks of our 
eyes.
Whose catalyst propels our
transmission down highways of
perfect pavement and engraves
narcotic hieroglyphs, 
gashing chasms eventually.
The bittersweet glitter in matrix
with potentiations of...

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(Historical train-ride on the first Transcontinental Railroad in 1870 from Omaha to Ogden aboard the Union Pacific Railroad)     © 2009 (Jim Sularz)

Wyoming winds blow like a hurricane,
the flimsy bridge sways to and fro.
Some hold their breath, some toss down a few,
‘till...

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"Gleaming diamonds in sediment seams,
The trickling washes slithering into streams,
Notching clouds serrating luminescent beams,
Hazy mirage of mosaic jigsaw dreams,
The interlocking notches of ones jeans,
Assorted tiles of pixelated screens,
Grinding, grooved cogs of steam machines,
Double-edged relief on drawn up vaccines,

Grasping at far away stars to stay up...

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Abature leads deep
Abditive road very grooved
Hard to enter in...

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