Best Porter Poems

Come meet two of my former patients;
A nursing home room they did share
Maggie was blind; Porter became her eyes
Finding, picking up, helping her

He was kind.  Her mind had slipped - or had it?
"Porter, I lost my comb," said to mate
Frail as he was, under...

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stout or
porter
porter
or stout
I’ll weep
 myself to
 to  sleep
if I have 
to be  without
my heart is as heavy
as my burdens are old
and neither find solace
in that lager served cold
I  need  something  bitter
not a pilsner, too yellow
reserve that lighter brew
for a that...

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Resigned to my isolation,
stuck in stasis sure as death
Weary of my solitude
and pained to not be by myself.

I went out to find the crowd
for comfort and, for company.
In each face I saw allowed,
reflections of the prison of me.

Sharp and cutting as a knife,
it did cleave...

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all these shades of blue
that i've passed through.
echoes from way back
reflect on days brand new.

oh! i have been
sky-blue falling
sea-blue diving
and Indigo
came so hard, you know
it made it seem
I was lost in dream

turquoise mountains
majesty above 
the cobalt ground.
none ever lingered 
too long and most
never held me...

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Memory of hot summer nights
sweat and sweetness
naked flesh dripping
streets sounds from open window
passion cracked like a whip
and we...
danced to a different beating
of two hearts set afire
and, it was cool

first time we danced
we found....
matching rhythms
we moved across a dance floor
as if we were
one spirit in two...

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Apricot nectar, I licked from her lips,
suckled the dew like honey
from melon ripe breast
and in time did savor
the heady heavenly flavor
of passion's fruit in all the rest
and night birds
beyond the window

...sang a new song....

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I paid solemn visitation to the site
of The Unknown Girlfriend's Tomb
to give honor and pay respects
to romance slain
on the battlefield of love.

No wreath of tears did I lay there
I wore no black armband of regret
there was no mournful bugle call
silently did I salute
lovers lost,? ?who...

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! How I remember you

filled with youth, mischief and lust

We shared wicked, sinful days;

And, (Oh God!) those nights!...

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Here in the land of blind dogs and
screeching pigs, I lay me down to rest.
Where predators prowl and scavengers growl,
We snuggle like baby carrion fowl
in a squalid, rotting, rancid, reeking nest.

Where the death-stench and fat flies
fill greenish yellow bruised sad skies
and, necrophilia is a spectator...

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Hold me like you'll never let go;
love me, each time, as if the first.
Shake me and quake me, slake my thirst
Quench this fire-My desire.

Love me each time, as if the first;
relearn my flesh, again, anew.
Discover new ways to excite me;
uncover passion's mystery.

Shake me and quake...

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 Oh dear delight! My sweet coquette.
Enticing smiles; your glance flirtatious
rouses in me, dispositions salacious.
Sometimes my fret- sometimes my pet;
oh so tantalizing the way you tease
transform blase' to beguiling mystery
which fires my  fervor with pleasing ease.
Comely countenance; aspect gracious
All ardorous attentions you do invite;
Oh...

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Dat gal done gone an lef me? '?lone
went t'town wit huh red shoes on.
Hi' ole heels,dress on tight
Powda and paint,sum'in ain't right


They's som kine of problum I caint explain
I believes sum main done turnt her hed
stayin out late,alw ays rais'in sayin
gotta take uh baf, fo'...

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Blues
are cutting me like a knife
all the way down
down to my soul
somebody please play some rock? '?n?' ?roll
maybe if i can get up and,? ?bop and stroll
it might be balm
for these blues
cutting me like a knife

like a mill-wheel grinding me
Blues
wear me down
i am ground up...

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the music is sweating in the room
strings and reeds bump and grind
slow-dragging dancers entwine
oh the fruit is ripe upon the vine
and the wine of love and laughter
a mingled vintage- joy and tears
now are drunk down to the dregs
then another round is poured

urgency prowls the crowd's...

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Oh I love to dance but,? ?I am no great dancer
And,? ?i love romance but,? ?I'm not a take a chancer.
Give me a steady beat and,? ?I'll still hit the floor,
?'?cause I'm the only one I ever boogie for

But romance is dance designed exclusively for...

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