Best Smooched Poems

Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your...

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Written in summer of 1976.


I used to eat my lunch with groups
of businessmen from Campbell Soups.

We drank a drink at lunch each day
Of Coca-Cola mixed...

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As from his Book of Rules He read,
“Tsk-tsk tsk-tsk, St. Peter said.

So PICKED up I my bags and left
For that damnéd lower cleft.

I stomped away...

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Dance ballerina dance
All the stations played it
Nat King Cole was the star
Couples smooched to the music
In every club and bar
Naughty things happened after dusk,
Girls wed,...

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You didn't go to fight World War II in Japan,
You didn't ever go to FAT CITY,
but smooched with a DOLLY
in my washed and waxed Chevy...

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Our love is akin to that of the sunflower to the sun,
When my aureate prismatic sunrays splurge from my gun,
You open up your silk golden...

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For my birthday wish

I prayed for a kiss

From a frog Prince

My delightful muse

With his clever ruse

Made me wince

Because that foul fellow

Turned me yellow

When I instead...

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WINDOW SHOPPING AT THE GYM

pomp flex
                  smooched pecs
...

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As summer withered to its end
I thought of Maggie as a friend
But when pale dew weighed down the grass
Young Maggie bloomed from spritely lass:
She burst...

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glad you forgave me
thanks so much for the wine--gee
it sure tastes funny

princess who smooched prince
morphed into a--ribbit--frog
magic gone awry

thanks for listening
just needing some good advice--
pastor,...

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My old playboy uncle named Terry

Was bent yet wanted to remarry ;

Until he got a lass

Who smooched without much class,

That his loose joints needed surgery.



LIMERICK...

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I was nine
when for the first time
my playmate smooched me without my consent
Which is a crime.
I never talked to him again 
but yes have to...

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A wave across a smoky bar
That was my impulsive bid
I thought, “Damn, that was stupid”
You frowned like I was bizzare
“Too late, go with it!” I...

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On the sixteenth of May, you wore white — I wore black.
It was warm, we felt pleased and we smooched with a smack.
All four parents...

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Smooched in candy apple she pouched her cinnamon lips

The fair had come into town with travellers and wagons

It was that time of the year when...

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