Best Procreating Poems

I can count my lovers with fingers
not promiscuous none the less
at age sixty two what say you

never used a condom
as it will be condemning
my beliefs

of...

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The fondest memory of a young boy’s drive,
   Are those things reminding us we are alive,
As when those physics of natural fortitude,
 ...

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Dream on

Be it white rabbit holes of wonderlands
Or black holes  of never-here flounder lands ,
Dreaming on and on
Vaunted  webs they  spawn
In ...

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In a moment there was time a child could grasp corporeal and gracious
It stopped and I carefully gave non notice to educasees
that paused me to...

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Riding in glides,

super-sailing in leaps-
going on and on about the otherside,

trailing to collide,

and oppressing in the peaks of my plight,

in the loneliest day which is...

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You are a cockroach

you are a big cockroach crawling up a pegboard
the kitchen light suddenly shines
and you must get through to the other side
but testing...

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I said the fly, "Have the need to pry,
my best point of view is your ceiling.
There I can spot any swats your concealing.
Us flies still...

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Where the arrow falls
A life is taken
Its flight was always destined to find
The rebel’s heart
The believers who shake this world
Extinguished by the powers of state

For...

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MAKING GEMS
love and procreation

All, is all I want of you,
Satisfy my neurosis -My aesthetic desires; Deep in the mines of your mind. Allow me to...

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Hey there Avidian
who do you
think you are?

Some rara avis
eminently gifted?
a New Age prophet
with memory that learns
and yearns to grow?
Ovidian offspring
of eminent domain?

The yeuk to replicate,...

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Rattled by a few folks whose intents are unknown
Terrified Earth trembles at its own shadow.
Both believers of the holy Cross of renown
And the lot who...

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“The Hand that Rocks the Cradle is the Hand That Rules the World” 
by William Ross Wallace

Oh! Woman

Aren’t you God’s supreme handiwork?
An animated form of...

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Dear infinite space, I watch as darkness blossoms and obscures the light,
Glowing moon, diamond stars are the jewels that dress the night,
Thus crowning abyss with...

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I FEEL NATURE
**************
I feel nature, it's part of my being.
A cock blackbird soloist, what a joy.
The tiny Jeny wren throughout the day.
Nature's turned it's volume...

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Branches of beans wave most predominantly in stormy weather but heavily prevalent are the many climbing chimps whose antics please the spotted cloud and cause...

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