Best Instincts Poems

I reflect upon a word -
   Innocence
To understand more fully what it means,
I think of what it conjures up for me -
childhood times -
 those times when I believed all I was taught
from silly things like Santa Clause
 to sacred things
  ...

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D-Don’t feed elephants, they’ll take over your room 
A-Avoid crocodile tears, they might also mushroom 
V-Visit your grand-mere she’s not a wolf in costume 
I-If you meet 3 pigs on the way, go home use zoom 
D-Don’t take me for a chicken, I came from...

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Years have come and gone
and the woman in me has seen
the love of the ancients in a dream
the constancy of time...gleams
nothing is as it seems
as I stand before you

I am ripe with age
No longer in the blush of my prime
No longer....sublime
I stand before you
with all...

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Take my hand Love,
to where the stars hide
above the upper blue of hot day,
burning on the fingertips of Eternity's forbidden skin
waiting within the thin melody of ivory savagery
for us to escape the boundaries of silent imagination, 
we must go to where they struggle for our...

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With magnetic fascination
akin to domestication
I connect with Ms. Rabbit’s dawn.
Four babies she’s laid in my lawn.

Provoked by supernal emotion
stirred by a sense of procreation
I cancel lawn fertilizer.
Grass cutter? I will advise her.

Unparalleled admiration
drives my kids to affirmation.
They promise to protect new pets
no bikes, baseballs or...

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(from The John Poems)

I absolve myself of loving you
and plead innocent
on grounds of loneliness.

My penance will be 
the poetry
I misguidedly wasted on you.

For I’ll never destroy it
though the idea tempts, and reading it,
I feel a fool;

A monument to me
and my stupidity.
My monument to you....

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Life is so tough, strong and high
bag of grit and elasticity difficult to die.

Staying strong even with a hit head
gives it strength to spot a hidden bread.

Combination of senses so powerful is a credential
the interplay of agility and speed is so essential.

Carnivorous in nature, giving...

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Instincts can do harm ~ when insecurities trigger the alarm


Lay...

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Instincts of innocence






Chastity belt on
pretence of oblivion,
Is the current human mind
soaked deep in all wrongs,
Selfish and cruel
as newborns cry naïveté,
Guiltless greens call 
and pure flowing waterfall,
Rains pledge washing away
as breeze swirls,
Butterflies flutter as
nectar drips on nature's platter,

O man! With a guilt blush
clear on your face,
Can...

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In an instant would you know,
if your instincts are the way to go?

Making a move could cause a landslide,
yet standing still could be the split-second  
that takes a mans life.

Fear may grip us, holding us back while the 
adrenaline rushes to provoke an attack.

It's...

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Oranges pinks and reds swirl within Galmanger’s heart
He feels a kinship to those he is supposed to torch
This rarely happens, but he has opened his chakras
He has been listening to the pulse of the world source
What good is a fire dragon if he develops empathy?
Will...

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When the lizard is aroused,
dark cranial caverns hide lust glowing eyes
Flickering tongue of temptation;
having peek curiosity, chastity can’t abide ...
Sin is gonna take you for a daredevil ride

Hormonal gland gondolier whispers,
pheromones that make you wanna do wrong

Naked desires got libido instincts, 
lascivious attire 
wanna disrobe...

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I once had a boyfriend called Matt
Whose cheeks were incredibly fat!
He had warts on his nose
And gargantuan toes;
Well they say love’s as blind as a bat!

As for Jimmy, I gave him the boot
Though to wed me he was resolute.
But they say that a lad
Will turn...

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The Instincts Of Innocence
 
   
The instincts of innocence, seeking joy without fear of good or evil.  

8/16/2015


Justin Bordner; The Instincts Of Innocence ...

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Where am I?
 
It’s a new year;
In its first month;
It’s a new day;
Maybe a new season too.
Where am I?

Sitting on an old wooden bench;
Rotted by age and weather, 
Indeed, I’ve survived all five seasons.
This bench is neither safe nor comfortable anymore, to sit on;
Past events...

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