Best Groping Poems

*Secreto de Medianoche*   
  
~On this very Night~
   I found myself in a
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MONSTER

Shackles nor chains, can't change what it is.....
Never was it, the one hiding under the bed, 
It was me, tired of it getting inside my...

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My sweet child
My daughter
Be on guard
Be on guard of the man
Who plays on your heartstrings…
Not with flirtatious smile
Nor with flexed muscles
Not with devouring eyes
Nor with...

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Blindly.. 
I beseech you
for my eyes won’t adjust
to this shaded maze of despair -
neither the lantern’s flame 
nor a compass rose can help me now
in...

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No flame within! 
      do I hold for you
no delightful delicacy
      shall I put to...

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In those bleak fields that so quietly lie - stilled as graves,
Between where the thin wind creaks and upwardly heaves,
Unseen feet can sometimes be heard...

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Sighted
Vision, perception
Staring, observing, gazing
Ability to see everything, total visual impairment
Stumbling, groping, touching
Darkness, sightless
Blind

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He said, “Everything about lust 
has already been written!”
Every person, man or woman 
at some time will be smitten
Lust can be fetish, 
she dresses like...

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("Depth Psychology Merit Badge, aka The Myth of Being", 2015, original oil)

The Myth of Yesterday

“Yesterday, today was tomorrow
and tomorrow, today will be yesterday”

So say the...

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Here's How It Is:

The atoms dance
While Space expands
And shoals of galaxies race away
Towards every point of no return
And spin and spin
Like Catherine Wheels
And firework flashes
Brilliantly...

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Can one count the pieces of a broken heart? 
Can a flag half staff proudly wave?
Will kites still rise in staccato weather,
or partial freedom be...

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Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their...

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Dear Rosebud:
The morning dew gently caresses you
like the faint whisper of a young child's kiss.
Your limbs yearningly reach for the sun
as if awaiting a long...

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I bent over to touch my toes
               and the ground tore...

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Through drowsy quivers of wired thoughts
I lose an hour in the morning 
to parry every second of vengeance, 
as if to hasten my night rituals
from...

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