Long Breathy Poems

I listened to his heart profusely, 
For a beat like his was much to ponder
I often wondered, his thoughts, and,
A light in me knew, with wretched wonderment
What the whispers in his mutterings meant to me

They...

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I am home ...

oh, my heart
      pray, hush its cadence
         for the sacred sake of unsated thirst
   beg its thrums...

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I was in 4th grade - when most kids are 9 or 10 years old.  Not yet to the semi-adulthood of the teenage years, and not just "little kids" anymore, either.  You might...

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Sweet and sassy me
I am on the floor,
  won't you come baby, come.

I love to tease, I love to kiss.
   Hush... hush... 
I love to tease, I love to please.
  ...

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I feel that I have bared the darker moments of my life of late, and it is time to redress the balance 
a little, I am in truth, like most, a complex creature capable of...

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A re-post of poem 939895 that mysteriously disappeared from PS...



The early morning darkness oozes melancholy whispers
as enraged storm clouds enfold me in a final deathly embrace.
She has come for me.  
I can feel her...

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I saw Lucifer in starlight standing elegant and grim,
A slim, conceited bastard in his uniform and boots.
And I watched him get excited as he waved his arms and boasted,
“The world’s a prize to seize for...

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Bedyet
	
It’s not time to go to Bedyet, I’ve frequently been told,
By people who won’t travel, be they four or nine years old.
And others even older won’t visit the Bedyetter
They leave it late, refuse to go,...

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The subway station heaves with muffled noise,
The shuffle of countless feet against the grime,
I am aware of unfounded disdain,
Coursing between strangers in the city's bowels.

The ancient fluorescents blink in yellow strobe,
Casting faint light on self-assuring...

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I lay in your hands
like coins
jiggling before a
fountain toss.

“What is your worth?”
you ask.
Without asking.

You weigh up the risk;
mull me over in your mind.
Extrapolate the terms
for the term of usefulness.

“What is your worth?”
you ask.
Without asking.

Your eyes...

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This is me raping the red of an apple,
the breathy sweetness of the flesh underneath,
a slab of clean, radiant cold filling my mouth. 
I can feel it under my teeth, 
your skin, 
like the calm...

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I siphon the twilight ether
    like sweet smoke from apple wood
      I draw its magic IN, (as the kiss of a hookah)
     ...

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The cold feet of winter step slowly
past December’s green leaves and red berries
hung from window sills and door jams.
Brightly wrapped in silver shooting stars
tied tight with ribbons of challis and satin bows,
hope of tomorrow lies...

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Once i was but a whisper on the wind, the rain falling from the sky, in the darkness of night. 
once i was a breathy sigh, not audible in the closing croud of superstars. once...

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 * For His Highness Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum *

oh, how I have dreamed of you -
sultry mistress to the sun's ire …
dappled and coy amid the palms
your eyes of the gloaming vault
shimmering...

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Breathy voice from lips cherry red
Another piece of candy for my tongue to tread 
A twist of the wrist and a quarter or two 
Gives me a another piece for my mouth to chew

Oh I...

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Snow falling heavily on my shoulders, 
soft crunch underfoot, 
harsh bite of air in my face, 
must pick up the pace 

My hand  frozen on my staff 
stillness in the air 
sky thick and...

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Click
Clack

Click, clack
Click, clack, click

Click
Clack

Click, clack
Click, clack, click


On a steady morning walk -
Got a rhythm going
Hearing aids in
And yes, I'm "strollin'"

Click
Clack

Click, clack
Click, clack, click

Noisiest coat in the world.

Thunk
Rain drops falling
Thunk

Click, clack, thunk
Click, clack, clunk
Thunk, click, clack

Yes...

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I consider it ...
with indifference, at first ...
the black charcoal powder coating the sole of my boot ...
I slap at it casually and watch it drift off, spinning ...

Then it hits me ... my breath,...

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Tag! Guess who! You’re It!

So I’m it, you better run.
Playing tag can be great fun.
Poets searching here and there
Trying to find a word somewhere.
It cannot be just any word.
And never should it be absurd.
Unless you’re...

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On threads of wispy air,
in breathy undertones of political wind,
I can hear the quiet catastrophe,
the quiet ruination of our commonwealth.
I can hear the sleepy madness, turned avalanche
between my ears. 

I can hear the quiet catastrophe,
the...

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Amongst the lilacs and the breathy spill of spring 
lives a bird of hope that is longingly waiting to sing 
he's a passerine of color rich and bright , a nestling,  
a feathered friend,...

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~ for Sami ~


oh ...
a pity, that …
such sweet sadness, yours
my lovely lass, lost ...
do not let your lip tremble so ...
it was not made for such iniquity
it was not shaped to
sublime bow-like grace to
be...

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It's twelve days before Christmas, Love, and I am sitting here,
the hearth fire is burning bright, but on my cheek they're tears.
I hold the conch shell to my ear and call for you my dear.
Out...

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Government policies that toilet stink
Presidentially approved 
by a potty-mouth politrician rat-fink

Give the progressive town halls
more executive bathroom stalls
Read the foul language scrawls 
on the Oval Office latrine 
dollar-bill green painted walls
Flush the rank noise
with a...

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