Flower Gender Poems

By Cherbo Geeplay


My wife whispered: somebody, go call Muna 
to come here. Let her tell her dad what she 
told me today. I asked: What’s...

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Hushed in a fugue 
of Alpaca wool and rising resin 
he sits on a stump 
the relic legs of a mighty giant 
hewn beneath the...

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Here I am standing on the empty stage looking at all the shadows around me, shadows of the past, shadows of the present and shadows...

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Finally, I came to know all men don't like breasts
Some say with women's flower are just like spike breasts

Traffic rules should be written on shirts...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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There's A Pedophile In The House...
(ah...ah...ah...ham eye white...???)

OMG,... and he looks...
     SAY WHAT??? just like me???,...
     absolutely...

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For long we have sailed in the river of sadness
When and how questions caressing the lips
The nostrils sniffing the odor of violence

Like a country in...

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Galaxica
Her name is sung
at every Zekarian jaura festival
of the vision-resin harvest 
A gathering of the ga-lee seeds of the r-papp leaves
from the desert sandtree
Portends of...

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I've noticed
since early years on the family farm
with large matriarchally planted and harvested gardens,
that food,
for moms,
is a natural,
and yet also spiritual,
communion relationship.

Nutrition evolves from and...

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I bridged the chasm and entered ambiguous halls
Climbed over barbed fences inside my mind's walls
To glimpse the core of how men and women relate
Among flowering...

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Flaws.  And the flush of speckled skin. 
My throat closes off and I break.  
Dead men keep breathing.
Mourners heal quickly. 
Eyes open, reset,...

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Nectar and Ambrosia
we fair devils
Clean skin delicacies sweetly disguise
a madly frustrated and tortured soul
No satin, nor smooth silk, nor equal flesh
can divine from my mouth...

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Dear God,
This is a letter from your ***** daughter.
Wait, hold up did this girl just say *****?
"You are not a child of God!" Someone shouts!
Oh...

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In my vegetable garden, 
birds are watching me, pick 
green beans to eat.
A lone robin, scrounges for seeds, from sun flowers.
An old, twisted oak tree,...

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Surely to know the ambrosial quiver
Of stiffened fruit, ripe and swollen
With stolen fragrance and lovely flush
Of seeded solvent all down a furtive face
And up the...

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