Best Sizing Poems

"I dream of Candy!"

Sweet cakes and peanut butter squares 
A living diabetic's nightmare. --  My heart 
sings to the beat, Under the Neutron Star...

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WITH  JUST ~ONE  KISS

I rise, like fire in your eyes.
Feel the burn, as I discharge my flames.
Like Frankenstein, 
I will make you come...

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I don't know what came over me that day - an instant of weakness after years of resistance, I suppose.

My beaming spouse leads me, a...

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Old men in blue jeans

Dungarees – that’s what they were called,
heavy, blue denim, metal button fly -
form that followed function.  The “cuffs” were
rolled up...

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I bent down to pick up a penny from the frozen ground.
I could smell myself, the acrid stench of sweat and soot,
the taint of vapored...

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Love is a blank canvas, a phantasmagoric fantasy,
to pucker up with glossy lips, the subtle soft brush
against the opposite sex, with eye-shades drawn.

Love doesn’t know...

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My son and his family drove down from the big city,
out to the countryside with open fields and steams.
They brought their standard golden poodle along,...

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(An Echo Poem)

 

Poet’s Prenote:

This is a new poetic form that I have invented (I think)? I call it an Echo Poem where two stand...

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Sometimes everything seems fake to me, and I am so tired of people acting like they remember what love is. 
Everyone says it. 
“I love...

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Warm Heart Warm Hands

Evening fell with blizzard snow along the lake
It had turned to a thick smooth sheet of ice
Shades of gray black set in...

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Naked Coffee Shock

So.   It’s early Sunday morning in DC
Visiting my locale Mickey D’s
I’m not too bright about anything
Simply wanting a cup of Joe
Before...

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Mischievously waiting for his depart
Perfect wifey all morn, pure art
Dropped the act as she heard his car start
dead bolted the door, patted her back
Then off...

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A Room with a view
Tight-dressed woman, heaving heart
Sizing hips for overweight
My inside motive
Lust leads me fly half a mile
To indulge storming senses.

Vision I nurtured
Years back,...

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Seems that the world 
has abandoned him
   The last man on 
earth
   lives in a wasteland
He hopes
of finding others
He lives by...

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