Long Coyness Poems

WOMEN ...

Truly amaze me ... they possess the super-human
strength to birth a child - one of the most painful
and demanding physical and emotional feats of end-
urance known to our species - yet they have the
self-confidence...

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ORIGINAL TITLE HAIKU 35
1#
Brewed tea
Wife and myself
Nothing between us
2#
He was metamorphosed 
Into a frog
When his wife had left him
3#
I needed
A lonely woman
Thousand years back
4#
She shivered
In yellow sun
Struck by her coyness
5#
God travels
With three suitcases
One for me
6#
I...

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Part Three

Whether or not relations with the uncultured enamour
Do not seek to succour what should sour

What does it matter if you gain or lose inferiors
Who feather their own nests and leave you in a mess

Those...

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1#
Brewed tea
Wife and myself
Nothing between us
2#
He was metamorphosed 
Into a frog
When his wife had left him
3#
I needed
A lonely woman
Thousand years back
4#
She shivered
In yellow sun
Struck by her coyness
5#
God travels
With three suitcases
One for me
6#
I kissed
Her frostiness 
And...

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Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,
experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
(and felt neutral...

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Swan Song

Stealthy killers have crept
Their secret bullet
Reaching this empty nest
Swans too unaware of attack
Arms aimed riffles

Pleasure hunted
Shock
Smile
Blast
Exhilaration
Death

Only one reflection now
No other dark gaze looks back
No other gliding ripples
All reassurance has gone

The lake of desolation
Coaxed her...

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Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,

experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
to support his...

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LET ME BE EVE
AN IMAGINATION OF ANOTHER LIFE

Oh let me be Eve,
And make me forever live
In this heavenly place of a crib.
And let me be taken from Adam's rib
On this day when he embraces sleep,
And...

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THE COY!
She wanted him so bad, but he gave her a knock off so hard,                    ...

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A forbidden love it was from long ago
Many years passed it's still whispering
It won't stop until it winds round again, smiling and shining 
It will wind around dangerously entangling two lives separate
Her heart skips a...

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Had I been one to trust in Faith-
Dear Sir, in this love we would bathe.
Thy poem I would hide away,
Yet the lord won't lead us astray.
In faces of harsh countenance,
We would stand together, unmoved,
While the...

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how dare you tempt me, beast (I said)
          you shall not plunge my heart
            ...

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The Showing of The Ankle

Now dashing Sir Giles was a smarmy old geezer
Bold with the women, he knew how to please ‘em
Money no probs and endowed with good looks
It was easy to get into ladies...

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WOMAN 

The cruelty of civilization has failed the society
That coyness and awe matter less to bear  
Left in nowhere
Discarded by modern evolution
The carnage of life; by the life we live

Life was modest; living adore...

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Monsters of conceit that human beings create,
With fantastic forms and shapes and strength decorate;
Licensing to love, loath, lust, lie, lure and loiter,
Wretched then; dare to kill the very creator...

Scientific ambition, sure, is creative,
What, if, the...

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"To love is nothing. To be loved is something.
But to love and be loved, that’s everything."

When you are in warm handshake with love
All you ever imagine is to fly up high like the dove
You never...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Seventeen

Of late the tepid cold only rebousse poil her coyness
Nowhere the slushy mud caked into strands of crunchiness
Even the over-mothering coots let their chicks roam all alone
Sand and...

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Turn around and the
Sky opens its mouth.
You were sent to us.
This is a book will never be
shun by human.
We’ve got you surrounded.
Bliss and furious.
Sky and death.
Sky and blood.
Perfection and pain.
We are yours when you
Believe you’re...

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"Orgasmic Oceans Outlive"

Open skies, where early morning sun wakes...
Rippling small waves hook the shore,
Gladly playing with sun, pebbles and sand
Along this world orgasmic senses breathe
Sending each guest higher and higher
Making this wonderment like no other
Innate...

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The very word "anthology" means 
"flower-gathering", or "I gather flowers"
rooted in ancient Greek, to describe
the act of collecting

Perhaps on some rocky Athenian hillside, 
a maiden and too perhaps, 
a young strapping man
walk tentatively, 
amidst the...

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By Laura Hewitt
My coyness towards you I try to disguise
You wrap your arms around me and I can barely breathe
The blood is pumping so quickly now
The oxygen comes from somewhere deeper
Because my heart keeps growing...

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Will you come to the great tamarind’s shade
When the noon sun sends cupid with its rays
To play hide and seek with every grass blade
I watch the path with a relentless gaze 
Come my love for...

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 Parody on Andrew Marvell’s “To My Coy Mistress”

Had we but World enough and Time 
Your mating call, sir, were no crime.  
If lifetimes were more than a  few 
I’d spend an Age...

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I’m back from the aborted time
Where mother earth’s womb foiled me an innocent prime
A crime precipitated with tears of revenge on my carefree mondaine,
Again I’ve come, ushered by thunderstorms and hurricanes
 
Descending with spleen of...

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Her face is not the sparkling mien of an angel
And her hair is not as hard as a horse’s mane,
Her gait is easy to predict and it’s nothing close
To the cat-walked strides that beauty models...

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