Long Got spanked Poems

Early afternoon. The Solomon 
Were in their, (according to Damali)
Club house. But the reality of the
Circumstance is this. The Club 
House was the Damian Domaine.
Damian's Billards. Damian didn't 
Know it was their chosen hangout.
As the...

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There are actual people
half woman half man
running mornings and
dream people in movies
half language half light.
Tomorrow is John’s funeral.

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This is my minute
my moment
Oops, gone!

Anything can happen
if you don’t resist
Resist!

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But who am I? You think bullets won’t
kill?...

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Chris stared at her dripping mess and held his urge to dick her down. Her hands were on her knees, keeping herself wide and on display. She was an exhibisionist of sorts and she was...

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Pet Poems, First Dog, Blake

No matter, of course, how many times I asked,
The answer came, “No!”  Thus,
At age 9, at the start of summer, I searched
Our not especially well-kept house and yard
For every scrap...

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I'm in the thought process of mankind
Live and died, Live and die
I'm in the midst of them
Lived and die, live and die
To be whole again
To be birth from man and woman
To be joined in the...

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Though the people, place, and time were different, it was rather clear to me, that this picture I had seen.  It was as if history was repeating itself.

The year before had ended on a...

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I could recall some years ago
The day that sealed the  deeds of the deal
And dot the long journey  of nine months
In my calendar of the years
The same brought about the cry 
That started...

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(for Jon Accomando)

mine was the last generation to be spanked. sensuous and real, w/ corporal punishment— at
least you felt something.
sadly, it too has been corrupted.
in the new violence no one raises a hand— eyebrows and...

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NOTE: Just had to bring ol' Barry T. back. As you may remember, he's deffo not a Poe fan, what with his classic poem The Raven portraying ravendom as nothing but a bunch of dimwits...

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UNCONDITIONAL  LOVE
By Curtis Johnson

Over the years, through the valleys, over the hills and mountains, I have come to believe. In good times and bad, in stormy experiences that made me sad, or in seasons...

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Mamma, what a lovely angel you are
Before I came into this world you carried
Me for nine gruelling months,
Morning sickness and throw-ups
Is what I gave when you conceived me
And innumerable kicks from within
Unmindful of your pain
You...

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Continued From:
"Quien es?" "Who is it?"
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195858

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"I don't blame you for writing of me as you have. You had to believe other stories,
but then, I don't know if anyone would believe anything good of me...

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FORGIVE ME THAT I HAVEN'T BEEN THROUGH THIS WHOLE SEX THING,
DON'T KNOW OF THESE ORGIES OR  THE BACUS PARTIES,
DON'T KNOW OF SOME OTHER WOMAN'S CURVES,
OF SOME OTHER SCENT, EITHER STRONG OR WEAK,
DON'T KNOW OF...

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The emergency call reached the paramedic. A baby was about to be born.
He could hardly see through his windshield, as he battled the raging storm.
A 3 year old girl greeted him at the doorway and...

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I uttered an authoritative groan as he let
go of my hand
This was it
Never ever was I again going to stroke his
cheeks or fondle any other art in his
glittery body
I wanted to run away as memories
spanked...

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Greg Davies is my secret crush
He appears in my fantasies
With his dreamy azure eyes
And a dazzling smile  
Greg Davies is the man of my dreams

An accomplished actor is Greg
A stand up comedian and host...

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Inferiority Complex As A Kid And Adult!

I recall father, (now behold
at near ninety years old - maintains stronghold
on life, cuz born of sturdy mettle -
rumor claims bullion – ne'er did buckle nar fold
meaning bull +...

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So this is the truth of our golden plate and silver spoon
Do not preach to me!
lead the horse to water 
and if the water looks inviting i might drink or go for a swim
and today...

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Alas, my sweet child you shan't!
Get used to an insane, world of can't!
Our brilliant brains are fully scrubbed,
As sniling and kids in a foaming bath.
Rub-y-dee, rub-y dee-dub.

We've been brain-spanked to
not ask any questions.
We don't dare...

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Woozy the witch fuelled up her chrome studded besom 

Which was parked in the garage at the Cromlech at noon

She polished dusted and oiled the vintage broom’s motor

And applied magic spittle to fix butterfly wings...

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If I Could Have Gotten Your Embryo
Before You Were Born
I Would Have Sheltered You Safely
and Protected Your Form ...

I'd Have Put You In My Womb
& Flowed You Knowledge Like In A Tubric
& Patted My Expanding...

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I know a man who would be King,
Who, born a fool, wants everything;
When bankrupt, saved by Daddy's dimes!
His penchant, now commit high crimes
And misdemeanors too it seems;
He slithers slowly toward his dreams!
Who cares what constitution...

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The front yard of the farm where I played as a child faced Highway 53,
A rural road with nothing on the other side but a small creek and trees
I often imagined what was on the...

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Sun Kissed
By Curtis Johnson

I once dreamed of a land and a time                       ...

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Sometimes I take material that is not a poem
and then I rewrite it and make it my own.
Below is a FWD that I once reveived.
What follows after is how I turned it to poetry.
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Due to...

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