Best Well Formed Poems

I don't know what came over me that day - an instant of weakness after years of resistance, I suppose.

My beaming spouse leads me, a dog on a short leash, into the forbidden citadel, the sanctum sanctorum of feminine fastidiousness, the dreaded nail salon.

As we...

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It was a nightmare of a boat trip
I almost choked to death on an orange pip
They did not strain the juice well
And from a small pip, I gasped for air and started to swell
If it weren’t for a crewmember named William Patel
Well…
I stayed in bed...

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Must you leave again?
Your strong, capable hands 
rest naturally upon my
curvaceous hips
masculine against feminine.

My world explodes with your
seductive, electrifying touch
as your inquiring blue eyes
penetrate mine so deeply.

Knowingly, you scan every 
inch of my body and face.
I melt, as your well formed
lips curve into a faint...

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I am the Temple

I am the temple
Baptized in rain
Weaned by the sun
I am the temple
A manifestation of glory	
Well-formed beyond perception
I am the temple
Capable of cored inner peace
Taught by the blossoms of the great oak 
United in matrimony to the wind
I am the temple
Mystical in origin
Halved...

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"The Folk Dance"
On the backs of well formed muscular miners 
Working hard in the trenches on a daily basis
For the men who need coal, fat cats and such
Dirty, sweaty and tireless toil try to wear them down 
Dehydration and soot inhalation runs rampant 
An epidemic...

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Sometimes studying the mirror I'm overcome with chagrin
Feeling disappointed by this shell I'm dwelling in.
With my slightly too thick midriff there above my underwear,
I'm more the rotund apple than alluring luscious pear,
Making ludicrous comparisons to girls with waspy waists,
And my nose, Lord, Pinocchio's, upon my...

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A group i knew had an incredible sound
A number one hit up the pop charts bound,
The drummer played with plenty of heart
Every second beat a well formed fart,
The stage show a new experience found.

© Harry J Horsman  2012...

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A ripe body of Adolescence, nuzzled by beauty
on which hair is polished by crystals and sapphire
but lacks in the garrison of virtues and patriotism
becoming blind to the significance of its own felicity.
So gullible  is its owner, that Dorian Gray is her preferred suitor,
so false...

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Sure i hit hard, always shining like a star, i carry more pain than any man
I'm half metal, I'm prt metal too ever since I was knee high
Trust me i learned early, 11 mnths. i was walking and stomping by then

May i remind you I'm...

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Observer of the skies, I thrill to see
a puppy cloud stretch out to dragon length,
a shapeless mass become a well-formed heart,
or pastel puffs become an ice cream cone. 
These sights call forth my best old memories
of playing with my dog and summer treats, 
of how...

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Picture Perfect

digital raindrops
fall so picture perfectly
like good little sprinkles should

lightly touching ground
joining a sisterhood sea
like perfect wishing ringlets

rainbow spring smells
sun kissed puddles glow and grow
like well-formed miniature waves

8/11/16

Form:  Choka 
Syllables   577-577-577


Rain - Poetry Contest   Sponsored by: Eve Roper...

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It was the best of poos,
It was the worst of poos.

Restroom, oh Restroom,
Wherefore art thou Restroom?

Momma says poo is like a box of chocolates:
You never know what you're going to get.

NO SINGLE-PLY EVERRRR!!!!!!

Frankly, my poo, I don't give a damn!

Please, sir, may I have some...

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A group i knew had an incredible sound
A number one hit up the pop charts bound,
The drummer played with plenty of heart
Every second beat a well formed fart,
The stage show a new experience found.

© Harry J Horsman  2012...

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"I moved through the Quarter
as if through a stage-set to an opera
which, having finished its run,
might be struck at any moment."
      John Wray, Canaan's Tongue

I move through this post-selection Quarter
as if a Fat Lady on an opera stage
which I must...

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So strong a stem, such well-formed flesh
your leafy limbs (though aged) still fresh
among the garden damsels posed
as if you're worthy of the rose! 
Your airy blossoms speak with ease
but reek of lustful potpourri;
a dogged, macho dander poured,
the filthy scent that beguiles whores!

Sometimes your tasseled fingertips
might...

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