Long Eyelet Poems

Lost libido as rez erected cockamamie Shtrungool haint no prickly fallacy

The following pastiche 
poetically pricked prick,
whereby fantasy courtesy Eros 
(????) cow licked
country bumpin videlicet hick
bullied who consider me 
on account of a dinky dick.

Me primate...

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  OLD WOMAN 
I am the old woman who lives in a shoe
I have so many children telling me what to do
Some are twenty, thirty, forty and fifty too
but to hear them all screaming...

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Lagniappe 
 
Wide plantation shutters open 
  With the laziness of 
 	Summered streams 
To blink against the shimmering reflections 
 Of brilliant midday 
   Dancing on the cobblestones, 
  	Mingling...

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Charming Patterns

An eyelet wheel models medieval embroidery
Aromatic, ornamental garden ballet steps for lovers  
Strolling in stately patterns of noble estate
Savory’s romance looping through lavender labyrinths
Lost in curves of sweet scented anise dreams 
A pavel...

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Jewel  layer templates
gilded upstream sigh
winsome eyelet skimmed
scorning  dawn orb
Delphic mustard sketch
on sapphire sequins 
Appalachian awning 
bearing flimsy nuggets
surreal slender straw’s 
amber seam gore 
lentil seed pod float
upon cashmere shrub 
rainbird doleful cry
of damp...

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One circular eyelet, on the end of a plastic stick
A Soapy membrane stretches across, just two microns thick
Softly you blow, gradually I inflate with pressure
Blowing out into your universe, an instant treasure

One after the other,...

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There's the
Guy
In the corner
Strumming on his guitar
Singing of the
Good ol 2000's songs
Shaking his head
At the recent rap reps
The golden eyelet
Etched on
There's the emo girl
In all black
Tapping furiously
On her laptop
Emailing any
Cooperations
That would take her
Her sighs can
Be...

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Scrounging my barren streets for mental calories
Hands tied trying to eat another temporary solution
Each new moon one eyelet closer to certain fragility

Countless pounds of synthetic leather,
Cork and carbon rubber 
Now among the withered
In the vastness...

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Mid February dreams amongst the winds of change 
I am waiting for the season to relinquish its hold 
like the frost on the  rooftops, the snow at my door 
sooner or later will be...

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Beneath the August tempo a lovely summer day 
 and a tantalizing breeze of a million flower-sway 
 Green and verdant pastures pushing up so spry 
 touching lofty candors of heaven nigh and nigh...

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Solarium songs  of unsung heroes  rooted to the ground 
Matchable shades  red roses of silk bereft of true life  
Evergreen dreams  on eyelet vistas desired  not found 
Fantasies throng...

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The steel gray ocean pounds the shore,
it strikes a somber, morbid chord,
I sit becalmed now, by the roar,
on the porch of weathered boards.

I reminisce on times before,
when life was mine, an open door,
I lift my...

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As the early morning sun rises 
in private I am yours  
I can see your purple iris 
cast a marrow of essenced bliss 
my way, and as my senses roar  
you stir me...

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I do not know what it means to be a Saint
ugliness is the mark worn on a grumpy face
midget – cursed otherwise…
a word which no grace the archetype of a blind guess

Shape always begins with...

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O Summer soon will kiss the moon.
She wears a pure white eyelet skirt.
Carries little sandwiches, and lemonade.
Spreads her fare and there she flirts.

The blanket underneath her curves.
Its tartan splendor over the sand.
His ravenous hunger on...

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