Long Canoodle Poems

(Somewhere in late 18th-century Europe a friend, Laetitia, by way of a letter warns her beloved girlfriend, Euphoria--a young, gay and unsuspecting mistress--against the almost inevitable seductions of the infamous and maundering philanderer, Melancholia.).



Dear Euphoria,

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Ohiopyle, Pennsylvania circa early 1970'S

(just in time for end of summer reading...
recounting emotionally disastrous campy turbulence)
intended food for thought indulgence. 

A boys' life aborted
miscarried golden opportunity
for adolescent romance to be courted.

Amidst a raft of fellow...

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Does it mean we are friends if I mirror your thoughts,
That we like the same jokes or our politics sing
A conventional melody?

Does the ground shake (we stand on) when boundaries slip,
When emotional dams burst, magnetic...

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Lickety-split, I sit up and look at the clickety clock,
      oh my gosh, why am I lollygagging in this cozy bed;
I am going to be so late for dance class,...

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Not advertising that flippant flick. I just want to know
where my blooming flivver is. It ruffles my feathers no
end to find out, when exiting the embassy,
that my buggy's whereabouts are a mystery.

I must meet Sherry...

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Fuzzy and hairy that is what he was, a cuddly big bear. She   
Undressed shyly before him while he took his own sweet time   
Zesting it up with cologne before a...

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The kettle's on... 

I'm thinking about the good old days as I begin to write 
Thinking about my younger years, when the ground was colored white 
After I was done playing in the snow, my...

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languid doldrums, swaying lanyard, sails hanging loose

  dreary small drums reverberate, neurons dumbing down

  nerve ends fuse, sunlit shadows depict my numbing frown

  feelings grind dull, thoughts stranded in the dangling sluice


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O, e’er she cometh and calleth me from the barren wolds whereupon lieth the first palpitation of the laconic exchange of bashful glances; 

O, whensoe’er thy dulcet voice wafteth o’er the hummock, and thy throat...

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At last count we have 20,000 members
A pretty big following it seems
There must be something drawing us here
Other sites also help with our dreams

Something special must be happening here
Can't imagine what it could be
This unique...

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Last count there are thousands of members
A pretty big following it seems
There must be something drawing us here
Other sites also help with our dreams

Something special must be happening here
Can't imagine what it could be
This unique...

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How bold revival leaves us both at home,

to scavenge the refridgerator store,

as gin and vermouth soothes the ice galore

Martinis' clink to toast ones connoisseur.

Whilst, 'sexual healing', sung by Marvin Gaye,

has repercussions soaking up romance;

canoodle with...

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How bold revival leaves us both at home,

to scavenge the refridgerator store,

as gin and vermouth soothes the ice galore

Martinis' clink to toast ones connoisseur.

Whilst, 'sexual healing', sung by Marvin Gaye,

has repercussions soaking up romance;

canoodle with...

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