Best Sleekness Poems

O, Valencia's prized possession,
perfected in your prime,
to pluck you without resistance
from a beaming, bowing branch...
Gravity's gentle transaction
would roll like attraction into my open palm.
To feel...

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Unwanted in Heaven, most wanted in Hell,
He’s the one to whom your soul you sell. 
Right from creation, the onset of time, 
The bane of...

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Cascading ebony curls,
weave her lean oak body,
Gothic vines scatter mustard buds,
clothing her Sultan figure,
Fingers  and appendages tangle in this mesh,
Droop against her sleekness,
Attemp to...

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I Will Rise, Above Heart's Weakness
(I Will Rise Above -MY - Heart's Weakness)


Shall I bend, to your massive will
break chains of my aching heart
Or with...

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Cecilia stood with him as my eyes filled with envied rage 
I had asked her to be mine at prom but was second to the...

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It is said of him,
that he speaks
of things that are not
as though they are

It is said of him,
that he is an artist
he can re-paint a...

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JAR OF LIFE....??

Like the thighs of a fresh virgin 
The softness of your lips embraced my origin 
You contralto voice like the echoes of the...

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Since the beginning of time you’ve existed like a curse.
For some your existence forever their irritating scourge.
Your sleekness, glossy and tranquil as you lay flat.
Molding...

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Our competition do lot more for us than friends, 
They teach us all the market trends. 
Friends are too polite to point our weakness, 
All...

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the snow is lightly falling
it's sleekness like silk sheets
draping around a warm body
it's taste is refreshing
cooling to the tongue
i can hear my feet
crunching on it's...

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He was thinking 

of the smooth black 

sleekness of the barrel

of the ball point pen 

divided in two by

a ring of chrome 

that married 

the...

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..But when he looked at her, sad as she was,
he knew he just couldn’t leave it because
she fired in him something way down deep,
entered his...

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‘Farewell’, we thought the Four bade,
To the angering crime of Raid,
And suddenly they vanished with Brown’s Motorcade,
Sprouting disappearing wings!
‘The Four Accursed Things!’
Off with a B-M-W...

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Kicking Tires

So that is next year’s model, is it now?
The vintage being deftly moved aside.
I feel oddly sorry for them both, and how
Her sleekness won’t...

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My dishwasher is mine; It serves me well.

It makes glassware beam high with prisms of delight: forks sing praises minus grit between their prongs.

It combats...

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