Best Slickness Poems

THE CITY AND THE STATE OF PLAY TODAY

No one worries about morals today 
They follow the rules they create
So to them all is ok
Those on...

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I noticed the uniform, and the heavy soled shinny black boots
Not the man within it, I apologized.

I remember the clean fresh smell of maleness, as...

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The slickness of a blade
pressing against a throat....
the cold steel meeting tender flesh
blood drips and a body tumbles 

the taste.... the sight... the sound....
all quite...

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Locked in the largest room of the  palace,
you live days in dire existence,
sunshine caresses you with sun rays,
breeze makes you breathe life;
anything at the...

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Inhospitable stares;

Invisible slickness;

Incandescent beauty

In glacial scenes so fair!

Immense chill on a breeze!

Imbibing an *Icee -

Instant, intense brain-freeze!


Feb. 24, 2017 for Kim Merryman's I Pleiades Poetry...

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Combat.... 

though morbid in nature, there is a sense of beauty....

for example - 
the bullet and it's chamber
the slickness of steel, and the power of...

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the

 

art of                      ...

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I love you... I love you too
For it seems life a lifetime that we were meant to be.
Thy dream has come true
Our dreams turned into...

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Breakfast Her Way

His lurking sausage rises;
to sun-rise, seeping in, my 
outer lips, a mix
blend, of juices that 
shiver the inner thigh, patty-
cake, patty-cake, quake, we...

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Never stood still on battling ground,
watch the vicious and villainous carnage,
and not fight with true courage...
to increase the sword clanking sound.


Never been humiliated by slandering...

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The words plunge into my chest like a poisoned dagger. 

I frantically tug at the cold knife but to no avail as the venom works...

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Green bottle bottoms swirl sleep in my window
muting the steam from an afternoon bath
Sorting, distorting the lawn and enigmas
which only a dream could decipher, behalf.
You,...

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God I wanna touch you 
I wanna feel your skin 
Meld our bodies to the point
Don't know where mine begins
Wanna put my hands all over...

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Every night he plays
Lost in a melodic never land
Far beyond the controlled confusion of this place
Where they hear but don’t listen
A man and his woodwind...

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slickness of dolphin
through the silk waters
— uber driver

6/27/2018...

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