Long Camisole Poems

The crinkle in her hair
The bends of her waste
The fullness of her lips
I recognize as she sits under  the shade of that tree

The dip in his step
Wave breaks of his hair 
And the dialect...

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"50 Words for Poe: camera obscura"



The Night Flower 
turns in her bed
in a dark room
stories of wraiths 
like flies buzzing in her head
and blood-sucking bugs that bite
Rippers and lovers dead
come to collect her from her
ornery...

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She and the handsome gentleman finalized the contract, and he gently placed 
the antique pearl necklace into the palm of her tiny hand.  As he walked away,
she fantasized about making love with him, for...

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He heard the car and came running,
Jumped and whirled in the air,
Barking his happiness! 
Dad lifted her down in her yellow-flowered 
Camisole  and high heeled shoes.
The dog dropped,
His hind quarters hunched down,
Body sprung parallel...

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Simone


I’ve yet to see her cry
Or wipe a tear from her eye

Though I’ve seen her dry sweat  off her brows

And that fan ain’t nothing 
She’s going on sixty-five

Burgundy lipstick stained teeth
Her kiss perched on...

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Football, volleyball, baseball, softball, 
Racquetball, handball, basketball, hardball. . . . 
There're lots of sports in the world you play with a ball, 
And you can't play any of them if you're an oddball. 

If...

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Drogman*, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Drogman by T. Wignesan

My mother, illustrious in the kingdoms of the Orient
Is seated surrounded by water
The water forms a belt around her, a boat.
This’s the threshold of infancy
The step which...

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The eighth lioness of  the field arrives
permeating heat, inhaling  exhaling mist
of blistered days perched on strands of
morning glories and floats of shimmering
porous sun.... she will throb like a wild
gyspy air,I tell you, spinning...

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My Fantasy Love 

I remember it like it was yesterday, that time when we first met,
I saw you from across the room, a day I’ll never forget.
Your well groomed hair and dapper dress, immediately caught...

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I swore I wouldn't tell you
 not a chance that I would write
 I put away all those pictures
 keeping them way out of sight

Moon's silver glow was dancing
 mysteriously upon my bed
 slowly twisting...

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Villanelle: For whom does the self pay rent: body or soul

For whom does the self pay rent: body or soul
   "i" say "I" and you say why not wait till "i" die
Who seeks...

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Villanelle: Do States the raison d’Etat circumvent

Do States the raison d’Etat* circumvent
The collective will Has it a single soul
Should not the force publique* State crimes prevent

Who but a few stand for the State’s content
The armed...

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Detritus 

Sitting there, honey,
Cleansed and bathed,
Scented with lilac and rose,
Glistening at your dressing table, and
Eyeing yourself in the chrome mirror;
I, as your guest, sit by and watch,
Astonished at your well-intentioned revealings,
Seeing your young beauty at...

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My Satin Doll happiness was a fading view
of your elegant Ella Good-N-Plenty camisole caboose
Having Memory Lane sultry thoughts,
bed-craving crypt feelings from the past
Adventurous parlor games that were so you,
Hide-and-Seek was the favorite one you loved...

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Okay, I'm at it again, hope you're ready my friends

A mushy love poem from this old dude

He ain't dead yet, still got some oats to still spread

Block your eyes if you don't like rude


Well, I'll...

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Abit delayed in entering but heres my piece.
I am So sorry Silent One for not been on time to enter....



The Coral sun silently rises
And breaks its way into the Crimson sky.
His comforting arms are wrapped...

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We came to start the partyrock. Got some Grey Goose, Gin, Red Berry Ciroc. We're birds of a feather baby, join the flock. Because we're white boy wasted, rockin like Dethklok. Chillax lil mama, just...

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From eve's mural, she glints lusciously
waking duskfall  with bolder hues
and toasted flames kindling warm passion… 
that in stylus of breezes which etches
tinted oak, petals, and grass  --- her tiara
bursts into sweet madness on...

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In the rust silhouette of the sunlight
Simmering behind the horizon line
I find love in your kiss
I find love in your touch

An evening walk beneath the summer purple skies
Or waking in the morning yawn of a...

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With music playing from across the room,
the notes of love are drifting through the air,
and in my heart our romance still abloom 
with bodies swaying to our song so fair.

I hear your whispers echo in...

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