Best Profane Poems

"Selkie"



Tomorrow never comes
shadows dance on walls
the wanting of bodies electric
pressed fast and tight
in the hot surrender 
of wet sheets sailing 
over solitary satin skin
neroli oiled...

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I find beauty in the unkempt places ~~
Sticky beehives with perfectly formed combs,
A child's playground sea of dirty faces,
An overgrown garden with ugly gnomes,
Sagging gables...

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A Winter Rose 2-1-24
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A Winter Rose

A pale rose blooms through winter’s breath,
Perfume born from a mystic place,
Shivering blossom shines through grey
Enfolded in the Spirit’s grace.

Touched...

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A THRILL SEEKER (PART 1)

He is a sick man with no life that is running around in a world that cannot be lived.
All but not...

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A surly old maid
had an urge to be laid
and bemoaned her virginal status
with life discontented
her plight she lamented:
"'tis not easy to live without coitus."

A scheme...

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Invited into Her circle
of five points,one for each
of the qualities She crystallizes,
truth as fire, earth as nourishment,
body in water, lights in air, and ether as...

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Driving home in the dark through blinding rain
Hassles at the office plaguing my brain
Longing to escape life in the fast lane

Motorists are cussing with words...

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A barrel full of monkeys could be a lot of fun,
Especially on a tropic island sitting in the sun.

A barrel full of soupers that would...

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“Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn...

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At the flower market
I found spice, holy water,
cobblestoned obsidian dreams,
but no flowers.

The blustery Tuscany day
showed me its underlying graffiti,
incantations of poetica esoterica, 
and yet another...

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Sleighbells ring, he ain’t list’nen
frozen toes, they is glist’nen
Nick has got him a fright
on a damn frigid night
all because of orn’ry reindeer Dan

Gone away are...

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Graffiti frames the tunnel's tomb, beneath the city's core
where writings stretch upon the wall in dialects profane
A hallmark of the day's routine,  but often...

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If I were a bird, would you clip my wings
then cage me away with pretty things?
And, if my wings were to be clipped
why not just...

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~the dark piece~

For them there is no clemency
As they desired the daughters of men
Abandoning the heavenly abode
They cohabited with the women

They are to be bound
In...

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