Long Basque Poems

I was listening to a Christian theologian friend of mine
speaking about the Messiah's,
and St. Paul's,
original intention when singing praises of God's here/not-here Kingdom,
and potential as a multiculturally inclusive Church,
as a countercultural extending family,
creolizing out to...

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Dancing at the disco I espy the woman of my dreams
Wearing a lavender basque top and painted on jeans
Her smile is so dazzling there is nothing to compare
I can’t help feeling I know her from...

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Here are questions that I would be asking Trump.

have many crosses to burn
why never will take your turn
before start did adjorn

poor things have proposed
why are you being exposed
lying we supposed

with supporters mingles
and why do you...

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I can still recall the look upon His face

Each thought still makes me go to that enchanting place

The vernal air was floral sweet and honey breezed

 We roamed along Venice's zigzagged lanes and cobbled streets

On...

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I’ve got a flat tyre.

Congratulations, hope you’ll both be very happy.

Can you fix it?

Are you going to a fancy dress party?

I’m getting married, Sherlock.

Wow, kept that quiet, who’s the poor sod.

Nigel, and I’m in a...

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I’ve not written to you for many years
Santa, I’m quite different from my peers
Not fancy or frilly like girly girls
And I don’t hanker for diamonds and pearls
Today I got the most terrible news
My muse abandoned...

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They say
?There are a million ways?
To say I love you

In this day and age?
I could only find
?In my computer’s brain?
The words 
to say I love you?
In 53 languages 
of the 10,000 languages
?Spoken on this planet

Someday...

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Sitting outside a cafe as I watch the world go by,
Then from out the blue is that really you, as again her eyes met mine.
And as we chatted on what has happened, since those long...

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Life might be an enigma wrapped in life , full of intrigue and an abundance of riddles to entice the spirit and the mind . 
It is a hallmark on the soul that invites all...

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“Whoa children”, sayeth the author of perspicacity. “You may choose to be one of three. A slave, a whore or a rebel. Whichever you choose will make you pious amongst your kind, but a villain...

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The morning comes the snow lays upon the day
Her dress is ready her veil awaits
Elegance as she slips into her cream basque
Her stocking tops held with the ocean blue garter
A scene from a dreams her...

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Facing the demon of giants flat-chested
cracked confidence gets stuck and badly crested.

In this battle, there’s no time to be wiser
luck loosen up to be less of a miser.

This contest terrorizes confidence to abscond
pushing the will...

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Young Emily sat gazing at a door, that with careful strokes was painted..
a starry, but moonless night. 
In wandering dreams of far away lands, nameless artist unacquainted, 
she wond'red what lay beyond the door held...

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Dear Santa

I’m writing early this year
Especially after the debacle of last year
You delivered the sexy underwear and the two-day hotel break to my wife
What the hell were you thinking
Does my wife look like she can...

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The midnight lady
Is striking
In her tight silky 
Mini skirt, with a matching 
Seductive basque-bra 
Surely makes ones’ blood clot 
Though, she hides her beauty 
In heavy shades of mascara
Still you can notice
Her youthfulness
As she walks...

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A poetess can find plenty to do, 
with a Japanese Style written Haiku.
She can spin a web of nature round and round,
with vicarious, vivacious adornments that abound.
She can place all of her creatures,
within or without...

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Insomnia isn't what this is...body feels the antithesis
   too many synapses tap dancing late
A recital of thoughts that wont disapate
  Body idle despite the cranium cartwheels--The heart feels ..
   ...

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Semi naked she stands
In her stockings and basque
Long black velvet gloves
Being sensuous is her task

Her long black flowing hair
Cascades down her back
Her beauty captures all
There's no lack of that

She has me on my knees
Kissing her...

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In the Basque tongue of Spain, it means “merry festival”.
This is a very fast-paced game designed to enthrall.
Players with very long wicker baskets sling a ball
at vicious speeds to bounce off a high front fronton...

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Lilies bloom as they basque in the glorious sunlight,
The light of day shall dawn in my eyes.
Showers of rain all fall with a common destination,
Bound are the tears as the pain cries.
Warm days and sunny...

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New dentist, he’s called Mister Payne 
His image is fixed in my brain
He wore fuzzy green socks
Pink suspenders and crocs
I’m hoping I’ll see him again!

I ogled him from the black chair
His quirky clothes sure made...

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There is a place I know
that the locals call jellybean row
the drunk dance in the street
there is no animosity, nobody is a foe

the wind whips and curls around the battery
more complimentary then flattery
people see it...

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My uncle's got a tiny winky
I'm telling you its truly dinky
So he gulps down blue pills
Which result in big thrills
Poor auntie says he's turned quite kinky!

Now auntie wears a basque and lace thong
From flaccid soon...

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