Best Palpating Poems

In Nursing School

In nursing school they have us learn all the proper medical words,
Because in Greek and Latin we defecate, but we never make turds,
And what's worse than learning about all these dreadful diseases
Is forgetting my English to replace it with obfuscating medicaleses,
Lest we forget...

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Sunshine undulates across verdant plain
casting dark shadows ushering twilight zone
ringing athwart tree trunks
invigorating, joyously kickstarting, 
and plenti revitalizing
bountiful nature buzzfeeding 

vim, vinegar  and *****
caressing, massaging, and palpating with
soundlessness inducing bub bully giddy,
and sudsy spongy schmaltzy
harmonic livingsocial kerplunk
also intoxicating this perk o' late

ting teetotaler, no...

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Begin at the beginning is a good place to start
It makes this poem less tart 
sliding from oozed cocoon box
the lions have dens, the holes for fox 
screaming is the first noise issued 
followed by the orchestra, snap of tissued 
help, first comfort, live source...

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not listening to the lament of
the sea
searching for the infinite depth of
the misty blue eyes
golden strands dancing 
on the whitish wind
we stretched
under the happy sky
white sand turning grey
what day is it?
on the edge of words
where silence disappears
pounding black piano keys
palpating the notes of the heart
perforating...

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Colures transposed orbits closed whence derive the rains of rose?
Across million mileage magic and magnitude are striding
O'er holistic horizon svelteness and smoothness are sliding
Meridian framed parallax tamed whither swash the rains of rose?
Spray by spray, knuckle down to my mood pensive
From ethereal to real, from...

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A Love Serenade
See how things have turned my dear 
I was once concerned,lone and feared 
With a trembling breath and lungs full of gores
Thought i was heading up the skies but then i fell
Summer has passed ,no winter but fall ...
And my hopes were marching...

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Sitting on the shore of the sea;
Captivating the wild waves and the benevolent sunset;
Feeling the gentle breeze of the tropical wind;
Closing your eyes and sensing the sweet smell of salt
Embracing with your perfume of roses 
Creating a deeper aura than the bottom of the blue...

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October Morn
By: Tom Wright
10/26/01

A boy's silvery breath,
a Jack-O-Lantern's glow.
Amid cascading leaves,
dangles an old elm's mistletoe.

Corn stalks, neatly shocked,
emit the sun ray's glisten.
Migrating geese overhead,
with heart palpating, I listen.

Squirrel's are at haste,
pecans and acorns are falling.
Grass, with it's veneer of frost,
signals winter is calling.
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Skirt hiked up
legs ungracefully spread
inviting. 
Between those limbs, chords darken
where pale angels go blind.

A deep ewer of sound
pours from palpating fingers.
While her other hand
strokes the pulse of a
sonorant beast
carved from lava.

Her body croons
wrists cuffed to the music,
closed eyes
bathe naked in dark pools.

A depth climbs to...

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Divine... from Divine source 
Feminine...a portal of creation, creativity, & 
cultivation 
Wild...free to expand in my expansive 
expressions 
Curious...carefully collecting a culmination of knowledge 
Dark...daringly dancing with death to celebrate life Abundant...amassing & amplifying amazing 
amounts of harvests 
Shape shifter... seductively seducing shadows in silence...

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Gears juicily primed,

pendulum swung,

the first step on rung
elevating – the first palpating
rocket blast into orbit, reaching
escape velocity

pulse into pulse into pulse, 
divinely evolving, expressing

what will my muse inspire today,
rigid form, or Free-verse~
poetry’s perpetual motion?...

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The years go by
The time flows
It splinters upon the depths of the horizon
Glittering soul
Why do you flee?
Come closer
Don’t be afraid
When the time comes
I’ll be waiting
But for now
I can only listen
Listen for your heartbeat
The palpating pulse
Thumping in my eardrums
Tearing my mind apart
Until it explodes
Into a billion...

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My heart is here
In my hand, beating
In my palm, bleeding
Palpating with fear
Yet pulsing with anticipation
Ripped from a hollow space
If you would have it
I would give it...

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It slipped through the skin
Taut from fear
Like Knife through well skin
Holding our breaths in unison
yours in fear
mine something else
Palpating blood
trickles through my steady hands
As serrated edge cuts deeper
Blood waterfall
Gurgling
as you slump towards the floor
and the voice inside
growls more...

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Skirt hiked up
legs ungracefully spread
inviting.
Between those limbs, chords darken.
Do I lean into the cello
or her?
A deep ewer of sound
pours from deft palpating fingers,
while her other hand
strokes the pulse of a
sonorant beast
carved from blood and lava.
Her body croons
wrists cuffed to the music,
closed eyes
bathe naked in dark...

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