Best Heatedly Poems

Where can I trace this finite feeling,
So that you may see it in its true form?
Upon your heart I would wish it would land,
Yet could my silly hands possibly reach there?
Such an affecting grasp it would have to be,
A fervent fingering, restless and wonting, 
Submerged...

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I began to preach at ten
but had no idea why so late,
soon it would be dark, I thought,
and wondered why
it was not so already.
Several apathies passed unnoticed.
I gave them no mind.
And, finally, an opportunity
in a lavish, bizarre old living room.
But the matriarch was having none...

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We heard it said repeatedly,
in adage olden and far-flung,
through springs misspent too heatedly,
that youth is wasted on the young.

Our ‘salad days’ of judgment green
found life a song to still be sung,
a wanton time when slate seemed clean.
Ah, youth is wasted on the young.

If mad pursuits...

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He who is contented is rich
He who is determined has strength of will
                      Laotse, "Knowing Oneself"

Those who would be effective,
and are also ripe for...

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He stands at her window,
eager to look in, though
he feels like a creep.

He felt this self loathing
pawing through her clothing.
Still, he wants to peep.

Squinting through the shutters,
heatedly, he mutters
to her in her sleep.

Frenzied in his rant he's
nuzzling the panties
he made sure to keep.


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07/29/2015...

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What I MEANT:

He stands at her window,
eager to look in. Though
he feels like a creep

peeking through the shutters.
Heatedly, he mutters
to her in her sleep.

Inspired by the rant he's
reaching for the panties
he made sure to keep.



What I WROTE:

Peering at her as she sleeps,
nearing tiers of the...

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To emerge as my mother's son
but heatedly defined by not my father's wanted one,
or child of either gender
much less elements of both
male and female
humane with divine regenerativity.

To know I could not win his love,
that any admiration would grow silent
begrudged
rather than recreationally owned
and laughingly proclaimed

As if...

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Big Storm A’Comin’


“Big storm a’comin’”
that’s what the old man said.

A heavy quiet crept over the valley
as if embracing a frightened child.

No lullabies riffled through the muffled trees
no rocking motion to engender sleepiness.

Concern rose as heatedly as the sun
shutters nailed shut in defiance of its light

children...

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I have cried those violent prayers
hurled them, venom filled, cursing
all the powers that be - but aren’t.
Seething in the roiling pit of rage
alone amid the nothingness of all,
yet still felt the presence of a
something, a texture, a tenuous
touch of windblown curtain brush
against my clenched and...

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We went to the concert, my cousin and
I

While we tried to find parking, a man in a yellow beetle hit an Acura, thought that no one was 
looking and quickly looked for another space. My cousin didn't notice, but I saw his
face.

Interlude 21min

Later on, when...

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I had named my verbose parrot Sunny, as he filled my world with sunshine;
For when someone truly touches the heart, you often must give some sign.

I habitually called him 'Sun' for short, and we had become best of friends,
Like the friendship nature cherishes, with all...

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Enthralled by her presence
I obsessed over her captivating impression
The room became still, as her beauty lingered
My eyes effused by her figure
Pondering on satisfying this craving, this vigorous attraction
I approached this distraction

I remember her alluring scent
Her lips blazing with passion
Yearning to be satisfied, pleading to be...

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A heart has chosen.
Sitting on a park bench she smiled a flirtatious
Bright eyed  style.
Their second time 
A park bench.

This heart knew she had a chance
At spontaneous ROMANCE.
SHE moves in CLOSER catching the light
In his eyes.
He  greets  hello, then looked away
Pensively HANDSOME.
His hello...

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When I was in seminary
my spiritual director advised me to notice,
as had he,
that there are two kinds of:

Clergy

Those who understand their calling
as to coldly forgive
and heatedly challenge
all bedeviled sinners

And those who feel called to mentor
gods and goddesses
and all transgender images in-between
to warmly engage
and repeatedly comfort
all...

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I have already noted a change,
a deepening analysis
in second year framing of the Trump Administration's
first hazing year in fascist process.

A DOA year ago,
we grew heatedly invested in fake-conversations
about whether the fake-patriotic Republican Party
was really all that more fake-Constitutionally insane
than other U.S First and Only partisans,
other...

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