Best Pursing Poems

A gauzy haze rises from the flickering gas light, 
                      revealing the face of a blushing coquette.
       ...

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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 around wishing on stars;
Kissing frogs wherever I went;
Dropping coins in wishing wells;
Waiting for true love's kiss.
It was only after he...

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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 by the swamp of absolute disgust
Thou blackest scorpion be accursed, thy fields be ruin and rust

Professed, nonwarranted kinfolk testify regarding...

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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 now
A stealthy drink from your chalice
Want me to forget the wedding vows,
A mechanical bull with phallus?

Pursing your lips, parading your...

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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 upswing from the abyss of a dismally closed final chapter. He seemed to be unsure of himself, this did not...

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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 their smiles
No longer free spirits to roam
With hours to while
Away with friends down by the railway track
Find a new hiding...

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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 Heaven)
faultless form, lulling the room with your sway
smile dressed in coral bows, blossomed
I say hello ... (hello back)
then stumble like...

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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 they were jumping angry over the sun's rim
as if they were a kind of greener monsters.

	A toxic light as the...

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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 of winter
A mixing of elements. Go figure
You turn a pillow and sleep some more
But the beauty of it is that...

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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 some lukewarm cups of story

The top two leaves and the leaf bud they cut
Nimble fingers of love and eyes in...

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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 cabinet doors finally
breach;
when He lifts me 
to the pursing slope 
of pink.

He has not come,
yet content I remain. 
(Dust becomes...

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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 up - shining with dew
carousing the sun for it's heat
sensuous wiggles - the flower entails
seducing it's nutrient's meat
radiant rays -...

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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 pornographic.

Sometimes the fresh flesh could cause arousal,
The divide between right and wrong did warps.
My attraction oft was somewhat spousal,
Through the...

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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 cigarettes
over a bowl of delicate conversation

they're unsophisticated,
they puff on cigars
and gulp down jello shots
while attempting a balletic demeanor
as poetic as...

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Yep, it's just like I mentioned in the tittle
we all strive for it whether we
want to admit it or not
we all tried to be perfect 
at one point in our life
whether it was trying to be
the perfect mate
the perfect lover or 
the perfect athlete
we all...

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