Long Grovels Poems

Everyone nose, especially Al R. Gee, I haint no otolaryngologist

Nonetheless this bard arse 
videre licet punster mocker feels gratitude
courtesy Kaitlyn Gilsenan, PA-C
a moost deal height full medical technician
without cerumen eye zing
September 27th, 2024 'ere
and thank...

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Hear the screeching of the Nighthawk, as its talons grapple
At the tail ends of the moon's rising, dragging it ever upwards, unto
The center of the blackened shroud, of the universe.
This celestial light casts illusion's rays...

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Nonetheless feel gratitude without
cerumen eye zing
January 22, 2020 'ere
and thank guardian angels
who find me continually blessed
regarding audiological sense to hear,
whereby faculty ears avail hear

structures of silence on wing
and prayer grateful ring
around the collar soundwaves,
which analogously...

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No Longer Valid

A once proud nation now grovels in the sand
Liberal emasculation in the mother land
No reward for achievement, effort ignored
For each lazy American a participation award
While one barely feeds his family by working each...

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The Betrayal was planned,
orchestrated with vehement pride,
This undertaking,
Designed,
with evil intentions,
in mind.

Don’t you know how she feels?
Trying so hard to make you feel better for your cruelty,
She cries for your mistakes,
She apologizes when you yell at...

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SENSE PLEASURE 

Red honeyed apples
        autumn leaves dewed 
           orgasm merge with sun streams 
   ...

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We communicate without language,
Gestures,symbols,motions of a hand.
He understands my language. 
I struggle with his.
But somehow we make it work.
We've lived together 14 years now,
Never thought to make it legal. 
Our love could not be 
More...

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I do not want to see her face or hear her voice yet
I am licking my wounds, relishing in my hurt feelings
Not ready to forget, maybe never ready to forgive
Most childish, but please allow me...

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Is it for pleasure or for pain?
to see what lingers in her veins.
to watch it spill across her chest,
cherishing the scars that are left..
it's not normal the way she begs for each incision ,
she silent...

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Sitting high atop a dining chair,
A feast of words tonight,
And crawling in the window sill,
A gnat breaks through the fight,
Giving in or giving out,
Seeking all but praise,
The end is near,
So don’t you fear,
This is the...

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The dragon reptile in fairy wings holds you to his captured whim,
Lewd curves please and torment your body in fantasy desire.
Enslavement mementos on hands and feet as pure seduction:
He grovels to fang strikes should you...

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slithering, creeping, shuttering terror
serpent grovels along the dust of earth
forked tongue hisses, taunting and twisting 
        is there smoke as nostrils flare?
      ...

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When a man has a pound,
he grovels on the ground.

If he gets two,
he searches for gals to woo.

when he has three,
he goes on a spending spree.

when he has four pounds, 
he gets naughty by leaps...

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Pick a ‘Cause’ and then lecture the press
On why this ole world’s such a mess
With a high school drop-out degree
‘So what? I’m a STAR! I’m just… ME”

Oh the charities your slick agent books
How bout giving...

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