Best Pumping Poems

Life is not as sweet as a bowl of golden glace cherries,
nor is there a golden illuminated future for a fruitless mind.
Trembling hands and gritted...

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JAN HAS A FAN


Jan Has no Tan

I once saw a gal called Jan
So sexy she made me ran
Straight to the vicar
Said marry us quicker
Whilst she...

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you                 don't            know 


my                  ...

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Beauty and the Beast

In the deep core of her skin
I feel a human who is no saint  
Cutting out her heart, ripping everything to...

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She kept it all inside her
and never spoke a word,
though her thoughts flew and darted
like a trapped and frantic bird.

Inside her was a garden
that was...

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I used to like barbells, enjoyed pumping iron,
   my Nautilus* gym was one happy environ.
Those posters of 6-packs and marbled biceps
  ...

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  As heartrose epitaphs
swathe earthly echoes
   with swelled up  w a v e s
  of spiritual sirens,
sea-fairies collide
  with...

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I THINK THEREFORE I AM


"An ounce of hypocrisy is worth 
a pound of ambition" --Michael Korda

Liberty...
This everyone's want--
stretching an autonomy to unbuckle self-discovery

I got mites...

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“ANTE BELLUM”


BEIGEBest served where it can’t be seen
On Stirling Silver platters
With redruM narcotics
Delivered by sharp Blood-Red
Well-mannered talons
Strutting in sleek wet rolling tight-skirted
Long French Silk Stockinged...

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Closure eludes my clasp 
Love wilts, somehow lasts
The destination beyond my grasp

The dream decays day by day 
Your light, which never fades
Simply stopped shinning my...

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"The Theory of Positivism"



It’s criminal
all theories tie that life 
in neat tight black bows

the presents under 
that tree of life
wide spread 

arms once wide open...

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The coolness of the morning air, rushing over me,
Silent running, sunrise, peace, tranquility,
Heart is pumping faster, breathing getting deeper,
Stride’s becoming shorter, as the hill grows...

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The bird’s house is capped with a snow drop.
The bird’s bath is a mushroom like form.
The branches all groan, snap, crackle, pop,
with the weight of...

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She curled up with me on the bed, and laughed insanely
I looked at her in marvel, wondering what on earth had gotten into her
“Why are...

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Gorgeous boy, your skin shines in the sun’s golden hour.
Waves of your jet-black hair, short-cropped like Caesar's 
dripping tendrils on a chiseled brow, wisps beside...

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