Best Oldie Poems

I think no stimulus could be
as potent as the one to pee.
A feeling frequent and innate
is this - the urge to urinate.
It comes each day...

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COME ON SOUPER'S LETS HAVE SOME FUN AND MAKE FOLK SMILE DURING SUCH DIFFICULT TIMES FOR US ALL. THERE ARE LOTS MORE APT NAMES ...

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Thirsting, thirsting. . . shriveled earth
suffocates in summer’s dearth,
yearns for rain clouds’ forthwith bursting:
Shriveled earth. . . thirsting, thirsting.

Browning, browning in their beds,
flowers parched hang...

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Fondly He crawled into her night
and pressed a kiss upon her cheek
Through skylight glass He watched the stars
counting her fervent  fleeting dreams.

Her dreams...

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’Tis Spring
 (this is the real title, which I am unable to post this way in the title heading)

Rejuvenate! ’Tis spring.
Cruel winter’s lost its cling.
We...

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Bloom not, cruel wolfsbane
In this forward spirit of mine
Let the moon dim and wane
For love has diseased my kind 

The girl was luscious in the...

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Ghost Guitar

I think of you and play you, any time of day
You understand my needs, understand what I must say 
You’ve always been so close...

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Autumn is a woman. Bedecked in gold and crimson, hair
Upswept, serene, she warmly glistens till capriciously shaking her
Tresses loose and imbibing northern winds, she begins...

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The seasons vary as they come and go,
and each, a lovely lady, loves to dance.
Fair Winter glistens in a gown of snow
she wears whenever she...

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Her lust for you is fierce.
She spreads it out before you
as if it were a lavish bridegroom’s dinner
of caviar, oysters and shrimp;
spears of warmed asparagus...

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On better days, On better nights

 before wide blue yonder

 turned into a black widow spider

Have we met , Have we painted a blank canvas

Have...

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My Beloved

Take me to the memory

A never lasting dream

which lived in yester yesterday

long before destiny took its toll

and footprints marked separate paths

Take  me back...

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In my room late one night, I caught six dancers all in white.

In tutus, flowered caps, and tights, they twirled on tiny pointed toes.

Seeing me,...

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March is the first to arrive on the scene.
She sees Winter leaving and blows him a kiss,
And then she starts in to paint the world...

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Happy Birthday to this awesome THREE:

to Frank, Kashinath, and P.D.

Those born this day SEVEN

have blessings of Heaven

in wit, charm and poetry!


Resurrecting this oldie for the...

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