Best Lean Back Poems

Part I

Where gladiators fought for life,
we meet to fight for love
The constellations in the Roman night sky,
celestial spectators, bathe the Colosseum
in the white blood of light
The night is throbbing with the heat of our battle,
our cries, more passionate than any that have gone before

Part II

A...

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I dance upwards;
below me,
the waves slap the cliffs
and beat the rhythm.

Wind whipped clouds gallop
with flying manes
across the blue plain of the sky.

The wild geese resent
our intrusion;
honking displeasure,
they swoop a warning: 
we are guests here.

Amid the cedar fragrance
of summer and freedom,
I lean back
into the arms of...

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Little droplet
your time is near,
never fear,
be part of it.

Fall into the great ocean
your conscious way,
unconscious stay,
Nature's final notion.

Lean back
let it go,
it happens so,
embrace the black.

Droplet make a tiny splash.
Whisper in your Bardo ear,
till you're no longer here,
and flesh turns to simple ash.

So sleep little droplet,
how...

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The glamours, tuxedo looks
of the hollow wooden body
tuned perfectly with its four
strings manages to embody
a heavenly favor of sad energy
as a bow is drawn across its strings.
Its notes waltz upon my soul
and awakens and pulls against
my attuned heartstring imagery.
Its soothing chords being played
captivate, while joyful...

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IN    THE   DENTIST’S   CHAIR

Lean  back and just relax
Put on these protective glasses please
Injection  -   this will not  hurt  at all
He says in fluent dentist-speak
Man with goggles and mask like an alien
Probing me...

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"Deep Duet"



When I write I feel my fingers tapping keys

In my mind they are stroking black notes and ivory

You are sitting with me 

Place your warm hands on mine

“Metronome”, you whisper 

Warm breath on my neck close behind 

“But there are rules”, I say 

I...

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(Base USO club, Zweibrucken, Germany, 1963)

Of a lazy afternoon, I sit
     propped up,
Bones aching, sorely tired from
     lack of work,
And dutifully read the comic
     strips
With bored eyes while my mind
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Underneath, you above,
Hold me close,like a glove,
You whisper my name,"yes love",
Meant to be,white doves....

You lean forward, I lean back,
You pull my jeans,I lift your top,
You bite your lips,I hit the spot,
We tremble like leaves,and then collapse......

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I've been watching you for hours now,
          wringing your hands
          pacing the floor
          watching the monitors
  ...

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Sir Oak

I am the mighty king of trees, the master of the yard.
The seasons come and then they go beneath my watchful eye.
As young grow old and winds blow cold with tempests rough and hard,
I am an oak tree from a seed that dared to...

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Me and my fellow buckaroos have had a real rough day.
Plumb tuckered out, we still are not ready to hit the hay.

Our bacon, the beans and biscuits have all been gobbled up.
My coffee now is growing cold inside my old tin cup.

Sitting around the fire,...

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Tissue 




Do you sleep as I do
Bent upon a dream that breaks you
Lean back in a whiskey stupor
What the hell where these dreams ever made for

To burn in flightless wings
Angel kissed with Friday night wishings
And take the bitterness pill that life has in hand
But never...

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Toast and marmalade for tea
Sailing ships upon the sea."
-Tin Tin, 1971

Goats and marmosets for tea
Snails and thrips and angry bees
You're more beautiful than me
With your tea served in the trees.

As the sun plays through the leaves
Chipmunks leap from limb to limb
Striving to be biscuit thieves
Fill...

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A walk through the old town 
and a girl on the street near the stone bridge.
Brown eyes with withered memory 
covered the crying soul,
which wiped the sand of the past from the shoes. 
Heart oppressed by the coldness of the...

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In the Shadow of Sunlight

It is one of those glaringly bright days that
make your eyes water painfully.
You can't see everything at once but in short glimpses and peeks. Between blinks, half an image forms, blurry around the edges.
You raise your hand as a shield, squint,...

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