Best Savored Poems

He warmed me as the sun when nights were cold
I was his moon, hair cascading in curls of gold
Lovers bound as one with yearning and...

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In Soft Glowing Mistress Flame Of The Beauty's Breath 
- a collaboration with Susan Ashley

In soft glowing mistress flame of thy beauty's breath
your heart swears...

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(Lemuria: A hypothetical "lost land" variously located in the Indian and Pacific Oceans.)
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The Tale Of Lemuria, Master Poe, Pen And I

Its birth a shake of...

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Intimate musings are part of a poet's repertoire;
flights of introspection and reflections,
savored more when shared with kindred spirits
A poet can speak to another poet
with an...

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you course in my veins with prurience, wild
          immersing my marrow in urge, recompiled
  ...

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A Pleasurable Life

The things that bring you pleasure
May be experienced one at a time
Or they may be combined
Into one fantastic time frame
To double the pleasure
And...

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I lived ... once
I loved and laughed and ached from my marrow
I spoke my soul, and spun my mind to my innervation and impulse
Swam up...

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~   birth, breadth to last breath

                 ...

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Written: October 28, 2023
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Autumn shrubs gracefully fall to the ground.
Crimson love...

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To celebrate his new glasses,
home a nearsighted dragon, did fly.
the doctor had truly, helped his sight.
A party he’d throw, full of savories; 
on many delicacies,...

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In the flickering of the ethereal candlelight, as the greenish blue flame
Burns dimly against the ancient mirror of reflections, the necromancer
Chants in rhythms rhythmic undertones,...

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When we were nine
and yearning, outcasted
I did not understand the bruised
nature of your soul. Perhaps I
do not understand even now.
I remember
how I criticized you for...

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She was like Bordeaux,
a tall drink of spirit
He was more a hopped
pale lager like Pilsner, 
both gorgeous and
super gingered flavors,
although clashing mid
respective savored aplomb,
one so...

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As I sat on the bed, and opened the box
I fondled the keepsake, in the palm of my hand
It is tied to a youth that...

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How silly of you
to think you are silly!
Do you think folks just visit your page
willy-nilly?

Does one come for the show
and leave with all forgotten?
To think...

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