Best Musk Poems

Somewhere along waxed moonglow,
he is there
like a sweet aftertaste on my lips;
through warm fingers he groans
as silence closes my eyelids...
and even the pang that he leaves
becomes a flame in itself.
And what is compelling
about the musk of this star
is how his gaze can enter into
my universe...

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We walked down the stairs away from the crowd

Could still hear the mellow tones of the viola's resonant sound.

We strolled along the shore, Hands touched for the first time

His eyes locked within my own,sent tingles down my spine.

Our rhythmic heart-beats raised, to the crashing...

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Writing anything political can throw fuel on a fire,
but these Limericks are not meant to ignite anyone.
Just a bit of humor in my opinion. Yes, we all have one. 

A Musk rat and a vengeful dog
Both wantin' to be called Boss Hogg
In a rocket they'll...

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the power of scent
the fragrance of mother earth...
seduction in mind

Entered Musk Poetry contest
Sponsor  Anthony Biaanco
26/1/2023...

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As red musk fragrance from the steamed en suite 
escapes to her boudoir
from oil essential jar
a silken nightie trimmed with lace complete 

she slips light-fingered on to flawless skin
then she adjusts the light
soft glowing for the night
with graceful movements lifts the sheets, turns in.

Then on...

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Elon Musk and I have a lot in common, in fact we could be cerebral twins, we are both rich, we are both geniuses, we are both insane, well him 1/2 me fully and we have both sent objects into space. he sent a car,...

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Musk
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire.

Musk..
She drives a blue beetle
She eyes the pastor
" See you on Sunday "
She is not shy ..
She has a blue umbrella ..
She checks her hair 
in the puddles.
The church is calling her.

Musk
Dare to ask
Notice me
My my a my
Dream girl

" There is great and there...

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Still, a hint of musk
remained behind on 
 the shirt he last wore,
a faint reminder of skin
 pressed up against mine,
the essence of sweat &
 tears that lingers a lifetime...

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This was inspired by Silent One's poem,  
"Prisoner Of Poetry"  

Let me loose the trellis that holds on to my roses
weave every thorn I own around your open space 
I do not twine nor do I have a tendril to boast of 
but...

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There once was a fellow named Musk.
Who bought a blue bird out of love,
He fed it the first amendment.
The greenies condemned him to death.
Turning blue when they swallowed his tusk-

They flashed the dog-eared race card
To blot out the man of the stars. 
For they fancy...

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She walks inside the room 
a heavenly scent follows 
as I softly trace her pulse  
all the way to my crazy 
senses 
I cannot place my finger  
on the emotion
it evokes 
She makes me think 
of fishing days 
on hot summer nights;

Olfactory memories...

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In our phonetics class of tongue-tasking
Students delight in pronunciation basking
Musk is distinct against mosque… just checking
And musk differs from mask; that’s so striking!

With definitions for queries, asking
“Can musking be right, when mask has masking?”
Yes, musk is common noun … now, scent, leaking
While Boy Musk is...

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Musk smells coming



                                        Musk smells coming
...

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Monstrously Machievellian

Demonic pedagogic

Ominously Orwellian

Demagogic logic 

Fools’ Musk-ovite mules

Zuckerberg zeitgeist heist

Dickensian dystopia rules

Google last post bugle 

Fossil fuels myopia drools

Bellicose Bezos blows

Bro-ligarchy mates’ malarkey

Unions demonstrate

Amazon defenestrate 

Hades Gates hierarchy

Murdoch foxy skulduggery

Poxy TikTok runs amok

Crass puns..shock thuggery

This lot don't give a jot
.
Bitter sh**ter Twitter

Greedier needier seedier

The death...

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Sex 101
by Michael R. Burch

That day the late spring heat
steamed through the windows of a Crayola-yellow schoolbus
crawling its way up the backwards slopes
of Nowheresville, North Carolina...

Where we sat exhausted
from the day’s skulldrudgery
and the unexpected waves of muggy,
summer-like humidity...

Giggly first graders sat two abreast
behind senior high...

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