Long Honeymoons Poems

I’ve always been a prankster and a lover of a joke.
I love to see the puzzled look on an unsuspecting bloke,
when he looks around and lifts his hat - totally confused.
Some take a joke for...

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the first move made was the worst move
played---making like the sky had parted &
somebody was watching over, somebody
was lighting a candle for the struggle, as if
it was over by a long shot---for getting things
back in...

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This violin is so small but carries like the heaviest of weights,
these cascades of shapes and shades are typically a waste,
and their traces are replaced by the weight the levies take,
you brace for the impact...

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The soul is right
The soul is good
It gets no credit
Perhaps it should

Deserves respect
Demands acclaim
We give it up
In someone’s name

Maybe a god
Maybe a king
A pleasant voice
That truly rings --

A handsome face
Virile and stout
Yells when to throw
The...

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Dark Circles of the People

Riding an emotional rollercoaster,
A thousand honeymoons follow last night’s beatings.
Children consume milk,
While mother and father consume their spirits.
Possessed by a demon which can only be exorcised by time.

A heritage consisting of...

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We barely talk anymore guess the honeymoons over, this would be the time I relapsed if I was sober, but I'm not upset with you I'm upset with me, I was the one that fell...

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Flipped Hourglass

Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Tempestuous pilgrimage outstretched phase,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a...

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When tears soaked pain in pity
and forced man and God from Junction City
They prayed he'll come again
when the whites melt
forcing $hi# and sticks
down the hungry storm drains
Can ladies be gentle, man?
What if he's a gentleman;
a...

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Like seasons passing,
It starts off spring.
Butterflies in the stomach,
soft, gentle, cool.
Hinting at something
Lingering in the air.
A brush of hands,
still shy
as it forms.

Come summer,
Hot, bright, fiery.
Excitement gone
with the hot red thrill
taking over the gentle.
Heated kisses, 
constant...

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The name's Ike.
Some a ya might a met me before,
in my very first write,
and knew me as the stalker with the walker.
"Retired Romance" was the name,
Spoke about meetin' my wife,
She's here with me, name is...

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Cascading water that never seems to end
Going over the falls ever single day
The roaring of the water crashing down
A torrent that no one can stay

It draws a crowd of people far and wide
Who come to...

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January’s trees,
unborn in freeze,
bare their branches,
ignore cold advances.
By the herald of spring,
my spirit shall learn to sing,
of cherry blossoms in bloom,
confetti I spiked with perfume.
Bridal is my breath, a bonny spell,
tiny summer belle beginning to...

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The Moon slipped Mimosa* a drink
  The Star blushed and then blink-blinked
A comet gazed at this scene from afar
  Zoomed away past Venus and Mars

A perfect storm was brewing on Saturn
  All...

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As sable floats the shadowed night
I stand in true love's disrepair
beneath a host of haloed light
this lamp shines in the autumn air.

I stand in true love's disrepair,
of nuptials do my dreams now flow. 
This lamp...

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Our love so fearless 
By Michelle Morris
10/11/2022

Love's intoxicating mist
Surrounds us with her mystery
She is silent and deadly
And we don't stand a chance

Pure heavenly embraces
Sweet kisses laced with sin
Tangled limbs and silk sheets
Leave us weakened by...

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Yucatan, etc.

Cortez, DeMille are gone.
It's now the locus
of postgraduate honeymoons,
urban fugues, a minor literary genre.

Knowledge and ejection predispose us
to technological parody--
antique busses, burros, plumbing, pyramids--
as if nothing ever caught on.

There is no CHRONOLOGY, the pace...

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