Best Spooned Poems

She couldn't contain her rhapsody demeanor much more
hugging her husband and gushing with excitement as he closed the door
the third class cabin was modest but she thought it would do
finally spending time together in this steerage cabin room

After dining together and playing cards with some...

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Dedicate to Timothy Lee, the best of me


My fried anxieties and crisped lonely would unite in my sleep's repeat 

nightmares where a roster of random monsters pursued their viewed, vile

end of me.  My pulsing terrors urged I fast run but my feet always turned

to...

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“And you call yourself a bloody cook”, this mongrel shearer said.
“I oughta ram this rubbish down yer’ throat, it’ll kill a bloke stone dead.”
He’s talking ‘bout the stew I burnt, which I hoped he couldn’t focus.
That he’d gulp it down with ‘red-eye’ wine, and he...

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Do you still love me? 
You asked as we spooned in the night.
I will always love you, I replied.
Again you asked, 
Do you still love me?
And again my reply,
I will always love you, 
...comforted by the feelings aroused by the chant.

More than a cry for...

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TREMBLES and THRILLS


Was it love that spelled
when I caught a glimpse of him
on a starless night?
Flame of passion rise
Frozen hearts thawed, now aflame

When loving captures
Hugging limbs of two entwined
They, naked or clothed
Their entranced display absorbed
Bare or askew, loves spoken

Of sweet spring night dream,
a bed of...

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On a Sussex farm works a golden haired girl
Surrounded by guys as she makes their hearts twirl
But her love and soul are miles away
In a Highlanders heart, she hopes to meet one day.
 
Its nearly a year since they were first in touch
As she's grown...

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We met a few years ago, then suddenly you were gone
We danced the very last dance to our favourite song

Happenings in our lives took control of our tomorrows
That evening when you walked away, filled my heart with sorrow
   ~    ...

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HUNGARIAN RHAPSODY

Her hand’s swan-like dance,
ivory shadow puppets
romance. Hungarian rhapsody.

The musician sans existence
as emotive fingers move
imaginary marionettes
with splendiferous precision.

Drama drops onto piano keys
occasionally taking a gentle stroll
then in sensuous sway, sashaying
like an exotic dancer. The musician

plucks and plinks as if
with chameleonic charm, like an
angel playing a...

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"The Vanilla Ice Cream Knights and The Raspberry Queen"



"You’ve been spooning
too much Vanilla Icecream”, 
she advised the buffoon

all the feathery self-blustering chirpers 
parted way, she had loaded guns
she positively glided into the room

“Diamonds my old bean,” she grinned,

“have no use for vanilla or rocky road...

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I missed the meals mama used to cook 
Her recipes were not in the cookery book 
Mama was just more of a kitchen queen 
She's the best cook we have ever seen 

Mama's Fufu with Chicken soup was my best 
The manner she cooked it...

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The Highland Princess
Sails again
Its captain and dove
To the Mediterranean
 
Now so much in love
To an island they go
To celebrate their engagement
For their love truly flows
 
This archipelago of seven
In this sea of blue
Aboard our babe
As we enjoy the views
 
Marina we berth
Settle in for the...

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Dear Kitty, with small paws tucked underneath
your furry chest – I watch you slumbering.
Instinctively, your sweet eyes open wide
as I lean in to study eyes flecked gold
with oval slits. I watch you watching ME!
I wonder can you see me. Am I just
a shadow figure? Do...

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As the clock strikes midnight
And there's a full moon in the sky
Into our room she walks
Something catches my eye

It's the black lacy piece she's wearing
Hemmed low to draw me in
Revealing curves of delight
Tanned undulations of skin

Her sexy swagger delights
As I turn from the window to...

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underneath 
his trenchcoat
he was 
in possession 
of a bent quill
he used it to tickle
words out of his 
avaries of birds
moon-eyed and 
sucker-punched
they adored the 
dripping honey 
he spooned
into their 
unworldly
wide-open bills
his avarice 
for swollen 
notoreity
observed 
by the dark
night-eyed
hunters
while he,
unsuspecting, 
stalked 
newly commissioned
clean and unmarked boxes...

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As dawn vanquished the winter solstice
the celebrations were over but
Mary and Joe felt frisky,his fingers
underneath her dress, stirring her pot
keeping her simmering till she
arched her back and moaned,
pressing against his hand
as her juices overflowed.
Joe settled back licking his fingers
as Mary dropped to her knees
and burrowing...

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