Best Whet Your Appetite 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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Place parsed pennies, purposely upon pretty porcelain palms.
The wanderer, restrained her raised ranting wrists!
She fell to her Humpty Dumpty position,
unable to ever be put back together again...
Each of us witnessed her fall,
yet we failed to gather those colourful leaves.
I believe we could have laid them...

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a collaborative work with Alfred Vassalo


The Stars sparkled in her eyes
As light interlaced with her shadow
Causing her to question her senses
Even though she closed her eyes
light continued to seep out

Her brilliance, competed with the sun blazing in the sky
the evening was no longer sheltered by...

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Whatever rules they make up now in twenty-twenty-one
‘Little’ Frankie tells his dad I need to have some fun
His dad said how about a pet, I’ve just embalmed a pup
But Frankie moaned I’m sorry but I feel I’ve been stitched up
You said I’m bits of people,...

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She taps upon my windowpane
This nubile vixen, this spring rain
Enticing me with moistened kiss
To join her now or be remiss

Thus, does she whet my appetite
Awakens me at dawns first light
Soft sounds that bid an ancient soul
Come join me now and be made whole

So I arise...

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Beyond the Black Fence
By Sy Roth

The land lay fallow 
Beyond the black fence.
Growth once dressed in a white blanket of hoar in winter landscapes 
Lush in summer months
Deer speckled backdrop 
Munched all day behind a scrim of lush camouflage 
And black birds rested on the...

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Crudités, fresh, piled high and swaggering
From the market, bought this evening.
Thrusting carrots, earth still clinging,
Crisp cos, perky peppers, piquant roquette,
Rude red radishes, cucumber firm,
All in cool clear water washed,
Droplets sparkling on their surface.
Want to dip them in my hummus?

Temptresses teasing, to whet the appetite:
Oval curves...

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He lay upon her bed, his slender face
supported by one palm that cupped his chin.
His other hand turned pages in a book.
He’d come there to escape the downstairs’ din,
for only in her room could he find peace.
She’d said that he could read there on her...

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Neon lights lure souls streaming by,
giving steel and brick a fresh face.
For; only the young can supply
the mortar that holds dreams in place.

City roads form a maze of streets;
the homeless claim the parks as theirs.
And sleeping there when day retreats;
beggars ignore the angry stares.

Big city...

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Wet warm juicy fresh
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A sizzling hot pancake metropolis
   Kingsize of all market places,
   Every mystery is salable 
   The wind and shadows move and speeds transaction times;
   And the delicious hawkers are on parade,
   
   Plentiful...

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oh to live a life
beneath your full potential
to know there is so much more
you could have done
said
more that you could have bled
to give others life
oh, the inner strife

mediocrity does not bode well
it's a living, burning hell
to know there is the sublime
yet you're running out of...

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My country formed in violent revolution over the taxation,
Of sugar, tea, and stamps from mother England.

My country enslaved with a narrow vision of traditionalism,
Drowning in the sea of religious fanaticism.

You should come in July when we celebrate Independence Day.
You can find me in the park...

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THE MONSTER

                                by Frank Halliwell
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The etiquette of the night stands by the curtain with contentment

Picture of crawling crickets hectic body of voters colored

The darkness of imagination manipulates to dark our constitution to 
constituency zone

The constant condemnation is an umbrella shared values and norms to the 
nomadic.

The beauty of the...

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