Best Puckering Poems

I'm a little duck...I waddle here and there
A fat juicy duck, with lots of meat to spare

I'm a little duck...I jiggle when I walk
I still preen my features...in pond I am the talk

I'm a little duck; water rolls right off of me
my feathers ever shiny,...

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A man in his later years enjoys a cigar.
He holds a fat brown rolled stogie with his fingers to his lips.
He puckers at the end of the stimulating stump, pulling a large puff.
He lights his vice with a blow torch.
Blue, red, yellow flame jets out...

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I love you better 
than Cookies and Cream,
my lifelong favorite

more than seas playing footsies
with shore clams
in cuddly tropical sands

The warmth of enticing Caribbean 
soothing waters
                 
(billowy-sails...fields of overhead 
stars...night's...

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Momentary lapse of reasoning
behind exemplary seasonings 
give way to life's spicy habanero 
awesomesauce.
Life's seasoning of sweet-&-sour puckers
Sweet puckering of every souring breath.

Life's wicked stammer nailing it 
like a swift hammering blow 
squashing pinpoint accuracy.

Strawberry daiquiris fruity liquor quicker 
of tasty wines staggers a peaceful 
drunken...

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I stand in front of the mirror
Trying to look a dish
Puckering up the lips
Practicing for a kiss

I half close my eyes
For the Greta Garbo look
I don’t look a bit like
the siren in a book

Looks more like I have myopia
Squinting like a fool
How can I look...

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My valentine has a sweet and sour citrus taste;
A lemon dewdrop puckering my purloined lips,
Stolen by yours, whose on mine, will not waste,
For though you're free from love, I am trapped in its grip.

Your dimpled smile and mahogany eyes,
Have for eight long years been my...

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If desire crests from craven heart
On my duplicitous eyes won't chart
With clever guise will deliver Cupid's dart
From ducts, drain silt that lust does cart
Only sentient strain from dilated pupils impart
Through mind's eye, residual glare will kick start

If grifting ears strain only lurid rhythms to hear
To...

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The Gray
As I sat on a park bench on what appeared to be an ordinary day, 
All of a sudden comes a change of winds and along comes the Gray. 
As I sat alone in that dark deepening haze;
It felt cold, gloomy as if sealed...

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Sitting in the bright morning skies,
the clouds white and glorious
and she right by my side.
O I hold her dear, soft hand
and she turns her lovely face
in my direction
and my heart melts into an iron pot
made for the evening passionate love
and I kiss her upon those...

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I remember those late late nights.
with you running in my head.
no technology, just dimmed lights. 
just me and that rosary.
I heard you were in desperate times..
 
Made me shed a tear and cry.
You adore the puckering sour of fresh limes
My heart yearned for you; yet...

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He hath become religious of late
prostrated before the virgin Mary
Cornflower blues blown to wild violets
and thin lines puckering in concentration

Prayers spilling in loud sputters from his mouth
She hath listened a time or two
to testimonies led by callused hands
Run lukewarm holy water upon him

Coaxing gentle promises...

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Following a day of stillness and intermittent sunlight, comes the storm.
Hushed breezes, hot, humid clutching to the skies now race through the trees.
Late afternoon, darkness embraces the skyline, strewn with clouds of shaded blacks and grey. Puddles of steamy vapors rise from the street. Thunder...

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You
You are still a thorn in my side
A burying pain I can never excavate from under my marred flesh
Like a stubborn octopus you cling, spreading your tentacles of despair
Into every trembling nook and cranny of my feeble form
Parasitic, you devour me from the inside out
Hollowing...

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This whole left V right is starting to get boring
The only honest one is Jeremy Corbyn.
They convince the old he can not lead
Judge him on his character i do plead.
Debts or the people is the last thing on their mind
Its about protecting their way of...

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Tis’ truly hopeless…I cannot save myself from thee

Shakespeare’s sonnets, serenades and poetry all tis’ true?

Yet, I must profess

Every desire of adoration, before I am through

 

Thine smile shine unto those tone enriching eyes

In my direction peer but, for shortest of while, seemingly chide

The sweet elixir...

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