Best Mammary Poems

breast cancer runs rampant within me late mother side
whar moost every female diagnosed with emotional ride
into the depths of despair where metastatic cells pried
their way...

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embers of memory- solitude
a rugby inside me trembling
jerking off seeds, heat yolk
furtive cells melt in furnace

a secret pleasure perfumes
a little room an eve garden
my son...

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Watch me walk through the sadsands of stupored time 
trading youth for aged ashes, suredness for shyness
knowledge for retirement, candor for cowardice, 
diligence for dunceness,...

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LEGAL ROMANCE

Law, 
Let me plague you 
With the infectious love of my heart.
Now that I bear the aftermath of your infections,
And your cold blood boils...

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In a Texas commercial circus
the journey is set
vehicled by hormonal energy
beginning from the cashier's tag
well placed on her blue shirt
exactly on her very firm left...

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Blessed be the name of Lord Ha-Ha.
I worship at the altar of Ha-Ha.
In his blood I am washed.
In his raiment I am clothed.
In his breastplate...

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This conjugal thing
Blissful before his arrival
Brief I thought, then loaned
In hope to wean our baby

The father’s allowed property
To take the right in dowry 
Who truly...

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An unborn baby, 
From the womb,
Scratched the belly,
Over and over of its mom;
She minded not once;
But when was frequent,
Rubbing her belly she fondled;
Oh! You impish,
Don't...

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There is, in the Los Angeles area, a well-known brand of milk, called Alta Dena.  Near also,
is the city named Alta Dena, and my...

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A Doe and Her Fawn

On wobbly legs, the fawn staggers behind the doe,
Who pauses to let the newborn catch up.
The fawn appears to be just...

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The streak of grey hairs,
  a tell tale sign,
A reminder of many
  seasons,
Come and gone.
A signpost of phases and
  changes.

The voice, an...

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My favourite song is in play which moves me even when decapitated
shocked not to know where I am
nothing recognizable only my clothes, myself and the...

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Seven ribs made from a single bow
fragile like the morning glow
shaped like an hour glass
bosom like a molded brass
skin like the finesse lace
Thought to move...

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A, B, and C 
These letters won’t do you justice 
But when I use these letters to create word that can describe your mind and...

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Give a child life at birth
Make it a C section or natural
Feed them warm mammary milk
Give them two parents when possible
Cloth them in cotton and...

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