Best Slickly Poems

Your body smiles at me
so let me reciprocate the inviting gesture
with the natural gifts of arousing pleasures
well presented in erotic packages.

My curiosity is unfairly punished
by your hypocritical skimpy skirt
flashing the flesh so systematically and hiding them again
in a glamorous tease.

Your semi-circularly exposed glands
canopies me into...

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Gently lying on my bed with my slickly Pink Pajamas,
I fell asleep like a peaceful baby,
then the windows opened in complete excitement,
and the seas breezed in like a stampede,
raising my night dress from legs to Breasts
leaving me nude, cold but blessed,
then came this guy with...

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“Barking Up the Wrong Tree” 

ghost gums
shed their bark 
the min-min 
makes good use of it
papyrus, soft enough to 
imprint and write
thoughts, like the 
ripening welts of 
green ants 
small bites sting
subcutaneous and 
meridional, 
terra australis sings
for the kneeling
tree huggers, feel
the rough exterior
peel like sun-blistered
thin...

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Fidelity and Curiosity

Curiosity quickly seeks and finds
Tearful times; swiftly
Hiding from view, slickly.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010

Poetic form:  Englyn  

Poetic Form: Englyn penfyr (Short Head/End Englyn)  REFERENCES follow:
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/the_measures_of_1/
http://edsitement.neh.gov/view_lesson_plan.asp?id=410
http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/413765...

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Larry had a wart on the end of his nose
it was appalling and he saw that it grows.
He found a doc
who gave it thought.
Then slickly transplanted it to one of his toes....

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On a rural Pequot River,
with steady New England flow
toward Long Island's warming Sound

Then on and out, 
whispering drowned memories
of Atlantis

Slumbering on eastern bank,
surrounded by Native Elder spirit grounds,
ruined medicine's monolithic altars
worship insanely leviathan 
brooding bruised monoliths

Stately asylums 
crumbling carcasses
sagging with trembling memories
of disability
to remember sacred...

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a simple wish...

no fancy words
no more clever rhymes
no more slickly crafted verse

just a simple wish
to cherish the moments
in-between the hue and cry of this life

no more the dull-edged jab
no more the anger and the strife

a simple wish
beyond the wasted hours and the days and the...

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Am I unhealthy and unsafe oppressed,
suppressed,
repressed,
right-brain negatively depressed?

Not really all that:
competitively left-brain impressive,
first through last impression 
newsworthy,
enticingly marketable,
profitably commercial,
slickly corporate,
predatively intelligent

More camouflaged
unnoticed and undefined
unrefined
and, frankly, perhaps unstable

Because of my environmental circumstances?
as liberal lovers
would have failing to ego-thrive anthrosupremacists
monoculturally privileged
and multiculturally misunderstood
underprivileged
ego-shunned
and Othered

And/Or

Am I health/safety oppressed
because...

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My ebbing physical prowess and strength

noticeably decreases in one direction.

I take lock, stock and barrel 
to revisit good ole days of yore
quite conscious undeclared state of war
prevails within body electric of troubadour
now seated at his Macbook Pro
another reasonably rhyming poem 
I hope to score
signalled by...

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A heavy rain kept falling and falling
as the wine kept calling and calling,
the glasses emptied slickly
while her happy changed quickly...
she talked like a sailor - how appalling!...

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The Atlantic ocean...,an unrelenting mistress

More'n ten thousand leagues under the sea
next to an octopus's garden in the shade.

OceanGate manufacturer
of the Titan Submersible,
which vessel that set out to reach
Titanic shipwreck with five passengers
officials believe the suffered
a “catastrophic implosion”
apt analogy to mein kampf.

Major tsuris, the loss of...

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I take stock and revisit good ole days of yore
quite conscious undeclared state of war
prevails within body electric of troubadour
now seated at his Macbook Pro
today February 20, 2021.

Since January thirteenth of this year
(two thousand and twenty one),
yours truly suddenly feels
long in the tooth, i.e. auld,
he...

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Quest the shove your fate, my mate.
With the advice of the dough of joy sate,
To coincidentally run into one's soulmate.
In the way of other options, we baste.

Though worries were springing up thus briskly,
Settle on the result to uphold the rules swiftly.
Equally, dismiss woe's ragged remnants...

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I sit upon a slickly red covered seat, 
Across; closed eyes, computer gazing, blank faces.
Red squared environmental bags, 
back packs on hunched-back backs.

A distance traveled on my cushions, 
has come to a halt, 
doors mouths opening, 
waiting for my entrance ---
I stand sneaking quick peaks...

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Slashing vibrant colors humming ceaselessly
Swirling roiling hues blending unmercilessly
Royal blue piercing sanity's tenuous hold
Crimson streaks tumbling like molten gold
Streaming screaming colors weave insanity

Interlocking webs of reason slowly unravel
Melting resonating spectrum of sanity travels
Sunshine bright yellow carves through my mind
Fuschia bolts blurring and fusing unshined
Thunderheads of...

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