Best Unbuttoned Poems

plucked the wax flowers -
to unbutton the beauty
of eternal spring


22.03.16...

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Tiny glimpse of light
From the corner of my eye. 
Shiny shell-pink on ivory silk
Glinting against the grey carpet.
My favourite blouse 
Unbuttoned, wrinkled, 
In a pile...

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Standing before the microphone,
blank faces stare from cushioned chairs
Jewels sparkle, acting like they’re real,
while bow ties just seem sad…it happens

Marching to the beat of clicking...

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Late to the party we arrived at seven
At least we showed up before eleven
Sweet Ginette, joined us both at the door
A bottle in my hand...

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Slow hand

Drizzle coats the billboard 
sitting on that desolate stretch of highway
waiting for someone to read
or at least hide behind, parked car, back seat
steamed windows,...

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She and the handsome gentleman finalized the contract, and he gently placed 
the antique pearl necklace into the palm of her tiny hand.  As...

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A thirsty town fails, harvesting the moon,
and turns into a vast lake of tears.
They were fighting for their right to remain
poor and hungry. It was...

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"Papyrus, Lapis Lazuli and the Valley of the Kings - Part 1"
 
“Tell me about the Valley of the Kings”, her lips moved speaking 
to...

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Love In The Library

     by Edmund Siejka

( East Of Seventh, poems by Edmund Siejka available on Amazon) 


He was a scrawny...

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I remember
I smiled once
You had that affect on me
There was nowhere else I wanted to be
Being with you was my ecstasy
Time stood still
You were like...

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Roaring Twenties

Nostalgia and age like bacon and eggs,
With buttered toast and jam on the side for breakfast;
And coffee, and a glass of orange juice to...

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Like a nomad trespassing woodland's edge,
I rip moonbeams apart ; drain the pulp
of my marrow , shapeless—
wandering along tracks of old interludes
in mid Autumn's light....

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The heat was high and rising
A shower came, but left too soon
   The temp was quite surprising
It wasn't even noon

   They...

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ambrosia…
bosoms climb desire’s ecstasy,
flesh grinds, heated in juicy kisses--
lips mounting, nibbling
often pagan… quivering rose
succumbs to unbuttoned virility; wanton…
x-marking yearning’s zest!

afterglow...
burnt candles dissolve embers,
fondled groans heave
into...

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LOVE THEM ALIVE...

I write with hot passionate streams rushing down my cheeks. 
Have you taken out time however minuscule
To contemplate the Romeo and Juliet that...

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