Best Pursing Poems

A gauzy haze rises from the flickering gas light, 
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"The Glass Slipper"

I was waiting for a glass slipper
For my prince in shining armor
to take me away from my sorrow
into my happily ever after.
I sat...

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"Smooth Big Cat"



He was one of those guys you just knew would be a dud. "Be nice", she said to herself.

She met him on the...

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Hark and listen well, if those foretoken in the eyes of hungers lust
Trapped in their illusion, trampling the Stars into dust
Forced with the detestation stench...

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Sordid tales your eyebrows tell
Insinuations start to sing
Things we all know very well--
Say, did you miss my wedding ring?

You’d do you worst right here and...

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When did the children stop embracing
The wind in their hair
Downhill racing, bright orange skies
With no due care
When did they all go home and scrub up...

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you stare ...

wink, and walk over to me
leaving your circle of admirers in disbelief
sullied manner, (and skin), of a Magdaline
prospect, differently indifferent
(a vestal view of...

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Those years were freshened years but the sea
Was filled with stomach cramps, and with burning tips
	Against the psychosis on essential truthful belly
Vibrating of dying fishes
As...

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A green bud between two attractive leaves
Looks at me from shade mixed sun, a glory
I'd like to spend my time pursing my lips 
Musing on...

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Myself, a cup:

Resting quietly
in a stained glass cabinet,
I wait for Desire’s approach
upon the uppermost 
shelf:

That moment--

when the warm coarseness of His leather
dares to reach,
when the...

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Never so sweet - as the rosebud's feat
to capture the bloom of the rose
ensconced within - it's petals thin
to break forth with color intense
lips pursing...

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It's like overhearing whispers 
Above the rustle of fallen leaves and twigs
Breaking under two pairs of feet apiece
Of bachelors and spinsters
And remembering, it's the dead...

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It started with the collecting on streets,
Little dead animals killed by traffic
Day and night searching for death on the beat.
It went wrong when it turned...

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These modern day girls,
they don't fall in love
like they did in the black and white movies,
no more Audrey Hepburns' sipping on chardonnays
and pursing gold flake...

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Ooh...this... just an amazing grace note
     recalling how I felt like an ass
and wanna toot 'bout me getting steered
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