Best Satins Poems

I want so bad in Casarah’s pants
She said I had to offer up some romance
Off we went to a local dance
I bought her a flower, a beer, and a Big Mac too
She said not quite enough but it will have to do

So in my truck...

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Sleepwalker


And in the darkest sweeping wings is held all probable
The night of dreamings; wished embraces of gossamer senses ponder miracles 
And leave their mark; ever in hope....

She is waiting

Pale in naked moon lit sexual stretches
Fanning shadows curve on satins anguished blue
To subtle bronzed drips rusted...

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Everywhere I look, everywhere I turned
I see what he took in what I have learned
No segment neglected no group denied
God's glory's deflected by satins  own pride

All throughout the land, in every family
Nor  do they understand, unable to see
Like a shadow following you around
Happy...

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yall devilish creatures tried to take away my family
My family is my world 
let me take yall 
back in time 
were creatures of my 
land riped out my heart all of a sudden 
out of the. Crupted blue crowd of ugly creatures
with dead hearts.
literally tore...

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I have tried to love
I have tried to befriend
But I have not recived a blessing from above
They have cursed my soul
My heart roars with the anger of being ignored
I have tried praying before
But the prayer made me worse, what was in store
My life was in...

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I still miss her mystery, mornings 
when I'd wake beside her and 
nuzzle her nape, hear her 
breathing so softly, so sleek under 
satins that sculpted her beautiful shape.

My days are now vacant, 
evenings are empty with no one to hold, 
to ponder and pattern...

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The Fifties...Music

The music of the fifties…well, what can I say…
was heaven here on earth compared with that today.
Romantic, lovely sentiments of heart and soul,
with poems set to music to advise, console.

Mid-fifties music era rendered lovely songs
safeguarded in my heart these many years, belong
forever to remember,...

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Years of friendship now comes to close 
As wooden box enclaves your bones
I incant the dirge picked just for you
Through vaulted halls soft notes flew
White robed deity their incense burn
Satins power to dismiss and spurn
Then wild birds call over open grave
All life’s sins packaged and...

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Next to each other on a fabric of satin-
I'm floating on air with the richness of sin  
Grappling yarns with our version of Latin 
Helps passion along, helping feelings within  
Trying positions we thought were not done
Sensational moments, we're all having fun.

In line...

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This man o' war,
comandeered!
By men to be feared,
the likes you never saw

The hunt for gold doubloon
in the Spanish Main
Must end soon,
the buccaneers getting restless again

To take a treasure ship as a prize
To see,such wealth with ones's own eyes
Satins,silks,pearls and gold,
these pirates,so bold!

Silver,rubies,emeralds and sapphires too,
a...

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The Freedom song
We finally wake from masked confusion
and realise the vast illusion
vanities, egos and promotions
caused wasteful carnage and sad emotions
the world was cleansed with artificial care
grandeur, greed with none to spare
never forget and never forgive
the shackled way we had to live.
what they have sown, now...

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ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE 

Good people all, with one accord, 
    Lament for Madam Blaize, 
Who never wanted a good word-- 
    From those who spoke her praise. 

The needy seldom pass'd her door,...

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They ply themselves to sculpting,
designer gowns, Delmonicos, 
those crafty artistes, tasting, trimming.

Excesses to delight the senses,
silks and satins, sauces bearnaise
distinguished by their excellence.

Haute couture or haute cuisine, 
they'd grace a page in any 
food or fashion magazine!...

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Hybrid disassociation enveloping the realm of the brutal. 

Severed limbs rain from the sky, heads rolling the streets- A hell rejoiced by satins’ 
glorious army. 

Disembodied virtues, convoluted vision in a rhetorical era. 

Buried remnants of a societal refrain post due lay staunch in ruins...

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by Dawne Zacharias

                                        
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