Best Instinct Poems

Three Sonnets tell a story, in sequence.
[From the narrative poem, "Don't Go to Wyoming Alone"]

         I. Natural Instinct  (Chivalric Sonnet)

He saves a wad of cash and designates
the stash to finance trek in far-off land
in hunting boots...

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I do not believe in the instincts of innocence for mankind. One could make an argument that someone could be innocent by word or deed, but mankind is complex. Other than our basic needs, our instincts are to learn and gain knowledge. Innocence is somewhat...

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Violent attack,
An aquatic invasion:
The tigress’ hunt....

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The window sill in prisms of light
reflects a half-opened treasure chest,
damp in sandalwood mold: in there
a mixture of unlived passion of my art
lays on ---dried paintbrush, unfinished
verses,  torn ballet slippers, and sepia tickets
for unseen musicales; that behind the cataract
night’s hazy pale of night, I...

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Animals just know
The praying mantis looks above
The clam closes down
The turtle’s head hides inside
The spider seizes the fly...

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mind still on his work
he picks up the ringing phone 
on instinct--- 
     the way he reaches for his lover 
     before opening his eyes









Tanka 3: Return to TOP TEN - Poetry Contest - Shared 4th Place...

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a spermatozoa competition
for there is an ovum to won
so they race
to fertilize
and fight until they're left only one...

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Motherly Instinct


Mother and daughter, 35 and 13. 
Public transportation, their carriage pulls in. Mom drops her matches, quickly picking them up. Stepping on the bus, the mom senses the hunt, as wolves seethe and inhale the scent of young prey. 
Aging wings are beautiful, yet...

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As owls to oaks I know you,
in ancient springs,ravines and sunlit scenes,
persistently pushing passions and hushing lovings,

my immoratal instinct allowed to blossom in terrestrial precincts,
combined with you vulnerability is a prospect I render to the wicked,
salt is for sins, as sand is for sundown reparations,

with...

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Ripe, fresh, new and tender are names she should bear.
I am 17, she’s 16, both alone and innocent
in a partially illuminated room.
She possesses while seated,
expanding hips, lines of fleshy diversions,
small dark shadows and shades of secrecy- what a bodily landscape!

Crossed and well catered thighs, partly...

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Instinct
March 29, 2014 

Instinct

Destination aimless
love floating like
a fragile butterfly
scrutinizing
surfaces on which
to safely alight.
 
Between the
terrestrial and 
the celestial
discerningly;

My love hoovers
beaming in on a 
familiar stream of light.

Another traveler 
circling same time;
Together we land 
in a poppy field;

Allowing ourselves 
this time, perhaps
to trust happenstance....

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Innate Instinct

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Why does he provoke me to anger?

He stalks among us -  with his song -
a wolf's grin

His inimicality beckons 
like a hawk's talons,
luring prey to certain death

Yet he imparts wisdom 
to those who bleed

Beware!

his insights twist 
like a pit of pepper x vipers;
devouring souls...

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(Response to And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou)

Refusing to ever descend after 
My mother, grandmother, great grandmother 
Have all endured broken wings 
To ensure that I would one day be able to catch wind
I rise 
Because Maya said so
Explaining to me my existence 
Is...

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On
tiptoe,
I slink to
the open door
planning my escape.
Just as I make my sprint
for the outside, I am stopped
and scolded for my brash attempt.
Fates! Why must I be hapless captive 
by the vexing mistress of this dwelling?
I wait until the night is sober black
to claim revenge for...

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