Best Touche Poems

small curved hills on face
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What, if any, are the words I should speak
To express that your eyes glow radiant
As if proud after climbing the tallest mountain
peak
And your smile makes my heart weak
To think
That you may never fall in love with me
So what words do I speak
To say
That I find...

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I rested thought, 
letting it drift, 
willy nilly,
like a dry leaf floating imponderous.
Felt my heart. 
murmur its seance,
tapping my conscience,
to bleed
true regrets. 
in mantras of 
taut touche touches....

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I had put our meeting off so many times for fear that it would fail, and be a waste of time. I prepared a lovely salad. Thought I'd make some mayonnaise. The kind I thought you liked, with a yolk of free-range eggs, gluten-free and...

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Been a little
Seen a little
Dreamed a little
Cradled a little
Cried a little 
Loved a little
Lost a little 
Been bitten a little
Bought a little
Sold very little
Been happy a little
Been sad a little 
Felt pain a little
Joy a little
Been belittled 

But rarely of late
Say
Little meaningful 
Or
Nothing little 

Consequential...

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Tantalise my taste buds with the taste of you
Oozily snuggle up, so I can feel your warm compliance
Utter sweet nothings in my ear, which hears only you
Cup my hands within yours so I can feel your pulse
Herald our love with bonded eyes, that cannot stop...

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Flaws and foibles, dents and blots, 
all viewed as quirky, cute and nice,  
are mere trifles, that makes us lovable.

How quickly the tide can change,
when sensibilities, foil those foibles
into scruples, qualms, faults and vice,
up-welling into wellsprings 
of misery and strife....

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I hate when someone says I snore
And then I hate it even more
When it is said with mirth and glee
To poke a little fun at me.

We can’t control our sleeping sounds
So ridicule is out of bounds
And that is why I should not tell
My husband that...

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The finis sing touches touché

Knead dull brows knitted; 
belief system I cogitate 
gearing thee ordinary bipedal hominid 
acquiesces to deck the halls 
of the mountain (dew) king with boughs 
of sister golden haired 
sprinkling angel dust 
from cremated remains 
in bleak midwinter
unwittingly interweaving pagan rituals...

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Touche 
Whatever however whenever what comes my way;
I don't care
I am not aware
Although you stand in front of me all bloody and unseemingly
This ain't real
It's not here
I don't care
This is rare
It ain't real you're acting so unbehaved
Que Sera Sera
Who cares
Touche


8/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee...

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Wonder what reflection sees
when it looks at me
Cut down every tree looking 
for the forest
Set myself on fire
to stop myself from feeling
My next stupid line 
will follow this
Missing the self
i have never been
living with my unheard scream....

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She struggles with a pen
She is castrated man
Your manic, damned nightmare
She's a dickless sychophant
Overgeneralize
You've fallen for a lie
You're so hopelessly blind
She wields you as a knife
She will cut herself open
She will make you stay, watch it
She will do it again
As long as you're her man
You...

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Sometimes I've got to ask-
And can't help but exhort aloud
Am I haunted, Rask?
In this aging house
Where my granny passed
Grandpa died in this room
Marks were left of you
It's about time that I moved

We have a little boy
And a little girl
Or am I paranoid?
My bones ache just...

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They were haunting me
And now they want to be
Engraved
In stone
Somewhere
But hardly will I share
What they made me
We aren't as open as they think
We are closed books
The writer waits for me
Life is better when
Those voices that you keep
Sing in harmony
Together, company

And if you want to be...

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Tap, rack, bang
It's too late
The gun jammed

Wait

Take my aim
Breathe out flames
You are damned

Prey

You're no mate
You're a saint
Use your hands

Pray

I am fake
You create
For your sake...

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