Best Tumescent Poems

Walking past each other and just by chance
My heart skips a beat and my knees turn weak
Your eyes lock with mine in a fleeting glance
In a ricochet of emotion I just cannot speak 

Our time cut short on that exotic island resort
Mutual attraction that grew,...

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For All That I Remembered
by Michael R. Burch

For all that I remembered, I forgot
her name, her face, the reason that we loved ...
and yet I hold her close within my thought:
I feel the burnished weight of auburn hair
that fell across her face, the apricot
clean scent...

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They are not natural enemies, 
nor were they ever meant to be ....
True, for a time when Faith was strong, 
Science was bound, cowed, driven down--
until Science began its growth spurt: 
by leaps it enlarged, pulsing, tumescent, 
fed by Galileo, Copernicus, Newton, Pasteur, 
Madame Curie...

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the Medicare, an undeserved fund the patients spend,
which seems extremely excrescent,
must be crushed immediately without any mend. 
No coverage serves them right! Be they gravely ill or convalescent.
In his favor, all the rules the Capitol shall bend,
prosecution immunity, business chance----each prerogative coming on end.
His flagrance...

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I'm a flower; I stand tall and primp for the world to see,
As a blooming princess, I incur both acclaim and glory.

Shaking shyly under a whimsical sky in dull tree stumps, 
Soft melting snow vacuums up my tumescent clumps.

Eastward, where the eagle's feathers spread for flight,
Glow...

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There is, in the Los Angeles area, a well-known brand of milk, called Alta Dena.  Near also,
is the city named Alta Dena, and my grandson lives there.  I asked him if he had seen the dairy there, and he told me that it...

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There remains,
among cherished riff-raff,
old trope
tropical wet and warm
reproducing images,

Sadly resilient
and madly resonant,

About organic holes
and tumescent poles,
full-flowering 
young
green feminists
of feckless zero-empty wombs,
glacier valley lows
merely reflecting
volcanic mountain peaks

1's and 0's
blushing co-binaries 
of upright monotheistic YangPower
never
ever yielding to polytheistic spectral
wounded wombed
deep dark holed experience
diminished
damaged 
degenerating YinLight

Also more RightBrain...

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Every thirty seconds on the news I see a new story about a murderer, a burglar, a child 
molester.
It has been said that we cannot know the face of God/ess,
But using scientific methodology, I would 
venture that this burning bush that we call earth was...

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                     Locked
                  Yes locked
    ...

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Remember speaks its semaphore
in passing eyes elicit stare
coquette the lip is waiting for
some smoldering shadow shall dare

Make threat to mountain with needles point
and clasp impetuous the hawthorn bush
for care not so the virtuous caught
as petulant to cause the bloods ignited rush

Such a useless thing called...

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Poems about Poems V

Distances
by Michael R. Burch

There is a small cleanness about her,
as though she has always just been washed,
and there is a dull obedience to convention
in her accommodating slenderness
as she feints at her salad.

She has never heard of Faust, or Frost,
and she is unlikely...

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The bewildered tip of my pen hovered over the blank thirsty pages… 
I thought expressing feelings is as magnificent as the sight of the sun’s birth 
from the horizon’s womb...
Or as miraculous as a squeamish bizarre caterpillar's transformation 
into an elegant butterfly… 

Such a transcending...

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Striving & Stretching...
for dozens and dozens of years
without quite..., without thanks;
each tree, each branch, each leaf
strains to attain, the ever Vast,
the vaulting vault of their Heavens.

Interloping bipedal lopers 
crash chattering their way through
on walks and hikes; tramps trampling.
Escaping the very world they've built.
A heavy presence,...

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Resurrecting Passion
by Michael R. Burch

Last night, while dawn was far away
and rain streaked gray, tumescent skies,
as thunder boomed and lightning railed,
I conjured words, where passion failed...

But, oh, that you were mine tonight,
sprawled in this bed, held in these arms,
your breasts pale baubles in my hands,
our...

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Your in her trance

The attraction of Lil' Miss Scary

Dressed two sizes too tight, exploiting her gifts

The smell of enticing fragrant's

The smell of red wine on her breath

A warming sensation when she pulls you in

She places your hand up her skirt

She wants to be desired

To alleviate...

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