Best Seducers Poems

My mother always took the bus.  I never understood why.  We had a car, but she insisted on taking the bus uptown.  I think she did it because father would not let her smoke in the car.  She could smoke as...

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Oh my beautiful Daughters
what have you done to the men of the Earth,
turning the roar of men's' love into notes of shame and whispers,
discoloring the gallant glow of trust with untempered lust for popular worth,

I made you to be embodiment of something sacred,
a steadfast source...

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Not what it seems the ticking of the clock
A secret dream secret liason a secret to tease
I can not breathe till I feel your hands upon my skin
Your force against the wall that makes me crawl
You say no I say yes we will not fall
We...

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Greetings to those who would willingly seek admission to theater of the absurd. Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench are masters of the avant-garde genre silent musicals for the imaginary stage, an art form sui generis. That they are not well-known beyond the fringe element constituting...

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The world is a clown looking at you up and down
The world is a clown; the plane is about to touchdown
Madness in the East, madness in the west
And the north and the south are gallivanting in their Sunday best
The world is a clown just look...

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While moon over Konsantinovo wanders,
and meadows sleep in the silence,
your spirit still breaths, 
seeking new oases,
peasant valley couldn't offer you worldly aspirations!


Restless vagabond, 
you yearned for vision life couldn't give,
and flew through new dimensions so fast, too high,
giving vent to winds, you became stretched 
between...

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Whether you have come to possess this compendium of doggerel confessions by chance or by choice, should you decide to venture beyond this page, I politely suggest you consider the contents to be nothing more than a well-intentioned attempt to exorcize numerous scurrilous demons by...

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There is a colorless glitch in my life
I've forgotten the taste of sugar and spice
I've taken a walk in colorless thought with a twitch in it
Turned sour and dour, weirdly glum with grit

Like tiresome dogs lying flat as a pancake
Lost my oomph, my moxie won't...

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Once the sun goes down for the evening
The trees limbs are dripping with sadness.
Then she sighs silently, "I am flourishing."

The dress she is donning is sky blue.
The dress flows deftly same as a hummingbird.
Retaining the floors motionlessness glue.

Virtual realm dulled by the seducers hand.
My draining...

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As time ravages then depraves the soul
...our growth within' the world unknown,
mystic's past and present would ponder
mysteries of life so full of wonder...

Viewpoints derided most often rewritten
only to be added to effect the smitten,
purpose then filled for our own well being
lack of understanding has blinded...

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She stands tall
a pillar of virtue
cloaked in morality.
Looks with disdain upon would be seducers
as she plods through  this
sin ridden earth.

Never does she bend to temptation 
that sucks at her feet
attempting to woo her.

Leers and jeers do not distract her
nor cloying hands attempting to touch...

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When God made man, He made him good
In His image, the first pair stood.
Their existence centered in Him
from their hearts sprung a holy hymn.

The place God made for them to stay
spelled perfection in every way.
God’s plan was that, their life on earth
would be filled with...

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As writers, are we all but seducers of the minds of others

We silently kiss in friendship 

As they read one of our poetic gifts?


(À lone voice whispers)


Do we as writers create emotional bridges

That needs to be crossed
Like visionaries like Robert Frost

For the readers to follow...

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Oh Afghanistan
at least you'd 20 years of relative peace and shine
Perhaps you had it all back in ancient times
but the truth of such matters patina over time..
Now all the good has come to a cackling end
peace has swallowed a scorpion's tale... again.
Although maybe a seed...

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