Best Probes Poems

~ A Storybook Princess ~ 

She dreams of princes, princesses and balls 
   A little girl on tippy-toes, not a meter tall
O, the frilly lace gowns she fashions  
   Stitched with threads of heartfelt passion

     A...

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The Face of Hope

The face of hope never masquerades in forlorn visages
Towering above spiraling pits in the dark midnight of essence
Breaks disingenuous chains of nightmare’s clutches
In bleak mansions of the dark moon to warm their hearths 
Refusing to prostitute possibility 
With poignancy that probes lost...

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When I was young and innocent
I thought the stars were just a bunch
of celestial glow worms.
Then Christmas took its meaning
and I rejoiced in watching
my father made up the Christmas tree,
and right on top there, he'd put
the loveliest star that glowed at night.

Soon, I began to...

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BEAUTIFUL SADNESS

“The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows
brown and sear.”   William C. Bryant

Does she hear the tinkling bell in her sweltering state? No breath seems to touch her face nor move her hair...

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IN    THE   DENTIST’S   CHAIR

Lean  back and just relax
Put on these protective glasses please
Injection  -   this will not  hurt  at all
He says in fluent dentist-speak
Man with goggles and mask like an alien
Probing me...

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Another bar unceremoniously has ‘asked’ him to leave
His limits he knows - to stupefy with liquor...

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I was an active, vibrant, happy person, and I was captivated by the moon,
In the way that summer lovers, are ofttimes charmed by romantic  tunes.

Since early childhood, I had been enamored, of that limpid, pearly globe,
Which brought pure magic to a quiet nighttime, of...

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We chase the eyes of God
Through this cosmic dream
Are there multiple Gods
Walking through space and time
We want to know, all that you know
Satellite probes stretching to the stars
Colonizing this copper moon and this iron mars
How did we get here, God, to where you are?
Where is...

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I sip on the nectar a’ bloom in your smile,
sweetest surrender now tickles my lips
Warm in its drizzle of marmalade style,
sticky in ecstasy’s sensual drips

Tasting forever on soft satin skin,
moistened my grin in aromas so pure
Flavors of love now inviting me in,
lost in the folds...

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Viewing sites of our oceans and lakes
Locking our earth in a trap jail
Seeing these gifts here not to forsake
Ups our risk with CFC intake
With this not being folklore or tale

Oil dependency we must decrease
Causing more death than life with no true gain
As more life on...

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Surrender to rhythmic initiations,
Moan and groan with accusations,
In foreplay rushes see passion release;
Intoned rumble in her fermented pleas.

Fulcrum strokes in the crazy display,
Freaked-out embedded techniques?
Rapture tunes these percussion beats,
Anticipation bolts in delight of thrill meets.

Love squeals in her ecstasy shrieks,
Quivers torment the resonating geeks, ...

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Who gave men the knowledge that they wore no clothing?
Think God in those days 'walked' in long flowing robes?
In the Garden of Eden was God naked too?
Did He shame you on purpose  (please pardon my probes)?

'Word' says the Creator made man in 'His image,'
And...

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Vincent
from within sanctum dykes
glamour
birthed from sorrow

celestial brightness
whirling
in Prussian azure
and sublime gold

Urania in the welkin'
blackness in the spirit
breezes probes hefty
all alone in your wisdom

an optical lover
within
dancing with orbs
through gaps with iron rods

go bust in flesh
your title
always
moored in the starlit darkness.


Written September 29, 2022


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In the darkness of the night, 
a ruby gleams 
to contrast a slumbered eye awakened 
to feeling, 
reflection, light, 
Lady "Genie", eyes aglow
like a beast, in mid-stride,
lost in her midnight dreams is clothed in a revealing,
one that will go to show.

Her beauty is like a...

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Majestic wings flutter in the air
over sweet blossoms that waft perfume.
Nodding heads affirm there’s nectar there
as a proboscis probes each new bloom. 
Rays of golden sun paint velvet wings
clad in exquisite prisms of light
harboring beauty reserved for kings.

Bronze pastels are fringed with spots of white
uniquely...

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