Best Uncoupled Poems

Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine ego quest for affaire d’amour;
her night-loving body 
c h a s e d 
around circular seasons 
across sky-cycles of solstice...

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Where has the romance gone
  moonlit nights kissing 'til dawn
Where fled the tenderness
  from our love once so strong

Where are the conversations
  that used to matter so much
Where are the magic moments
  when our fingertips touched

Where are the sparks that flew
...

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Last night's storm
has left its artwork on the beach,
a postmodernist exhibition 
of brown seaweed strewn in clumps 
like hair on a barbershop floor,
broken seashells 
and a fallen rainbow of plastics 
strung out along the shore
where now an exhausted sea
licks the leftovers of a meal.

Chaos has...

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Have you ever heard the cry of the broken hearted?
Whose heart bleeds as it pleads as a result to losing, the one girl, he needs
Humble your heart and mind and access with empathy; well enough to perceive it clearly
I must warn you, it’ll be the...

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I killed my friend,
I never wanted,
Do not see me cruel,
I did it for love.
We both ran naked
Under this influential shower.
No one uncoupled his lips
Against this faint madness,
We were indebted,
Either had to earn the prize.


It was shiny,
Elegant!
Burnt cold,
Polished gold.
Oh no!
I couldn't bear it,
Bear to see his...

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Wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking voltage surges an emphatic YES, 
verboten fruit adrip with succulent juices as eggnog,
a legitimately...

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Tanka
Folk Heads Down in Flocks

waders stoop heads down
feeding uncoupled in flock.
like texters bowing
heads down to worship screen folk
disengaged with here and now

Heads Down, Engaged to Screen, Remote

Like waders at dawn sifting mud
with heads-down stance,
Modern folk in flocks with heads down, peer at screens
With thumbs a-tapping,...

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He put ten years on her eyes in a single morning.
He didn’t do much to her except walk away.
He never raised a hand and he never raised too damned much money.
But he left her fifty-per cent of his final pay.

She’s holding two jobs and she’s...

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...Ideally Primed To Write...

Fallow wing on figurative
     awk kill lees heal
of: "My on call (Uncle)
     Muse Never Sleeps"-
     which hoop fully

     didst eat turn nilly app peal
ache'n to (tongue...

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He put ten years on her eyes in a single morning.
He didn’t do much to her except walk away.
He never raised a hand and he never raised too damned much money.
But he left her fifty-per cent of his final pay.

She’s holding two jobs and she’s...

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I was blinded by the sky today
it stared at me, 
without a blink,
so I did the same,
just to avoid missing 
the very moment, 
when it would speak about you.
But it fooled me:
it took away my sight
ousted the breath of my soul
far, far away
and uncoupled me...

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Remembered the 1940s, the season of the holocaust.
Six million irons, disjointed from their ores
Were forged in bottomless pits of anvils.
The swarming bees in a ceremonious buzzing
Were uncoupled from their hives through Reichsbahn.
However, a tensed, stale wind of discord swivel
On the creeks of Dachau, Auschwitz, Treblinka
And...

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Still wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along outer limits of 
the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path 
of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking voltage amply 
surges an emphatic YES, 
verboten fruit adrip 
with...

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Settling ~ we float into solitude at the end 
Tethers severed, releasing all that we are
Aerosolised into fine nothingness
Reaching without striving
Dispersed to reassemble in any timescale
Unrushed and unpredictable 
Shrewn once uncoupled from anxiety
Tempering all past longing

Omniscience inhaled and exhaled
No promises of never again only ever...

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A most wonderful thing, natural observation
Copulating on the wing, butterflies on mission
Mostly pure white on this summer day –welcome cool -
Like delicious Autumn, but breaking the rule
Of long hot summers on the Eastern Cape
Mostly white butterflies after the rains; none escape
Being pursued. I’ve seen singles...

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