Long Indelicate Poems

In the heart where your naivety resides
you wonder what haunts the sun
and why pain enjoys your childhood eyes,
when you see warm blood run
then you know that death can color
and like you, death loves a dramatic...

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 INSPIRED BY “SCENTED LEAVES” CONTEST SPONSPORED BY KIM RODRIGUES


Aromatic avenues with the scent of your perfume
Lingering on each leaf you grace with your presence
Those delicate feet treading the petalled pathways of his heart
Enticing a...

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it's really not bad at all, it seems false advertising is the only way i get any numbers despite the fact that i write the truth so well:       ...

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DID YOU SAY RESURRECTION OR ERECTION?

Pardon me Mister Sinister Minister
But you are not so much teaching as you are screeching and reaching
While preaching to the choir about brimstone and fire
As I deem you a damnable...

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Summer boulder-boots wear my thoughts
Thoughts warmed by winter coat maligned in poison oak
With an indelicate left-breast
Pocket inscription stating the obvious
 “Boys Don’t Cry” 
(Simply put and rich in depth, obviously) 
All together, together all. ...

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Ain't nothin' like a steamin' cup o' coffee to greet the early morn.
It'll calm yer nerves and git you goin' just as sure as you wuz born!
With mixin's added to suit yer taste, it must...

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I was reeking of spilled grape juice yesterday. 
Today I stink like cigarettes.  
In less than two weeks I have gone from new to old.
From crisp to filthy,
 from sticky to stiff.
I shudder as...

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Graceful sits her hand upon his arm as they enter
He in his tails and best, she in silver splendor
His eyes scan for those that would covet her form
Her eyes search for men rich, widowed and...

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Not given to shades bolder
Opting to render her view
In the softest of pastel

Soft voiced soft hued
though iron clad willed
brush stroke gentle to canvas as well

Unable to see the unseemly side
The gauche  vain
Indelicate sight

I wanted...

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To be blown of glass in a delicate nature
To be light of air when held in one's hand
To be paper thin in the tearing of iris
To constantly fear you'll return to the sand
To sigh in...

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With fine motor tremor, in rapture tilts the head,
Half shut eyes, swathed scant scent,
Fresia and wild strawberry haunts nakedly
The throat.
Up close and personal, magnified each
Singular contour, tincture and pore
Of facial ambiguity.
And traces fingerprints on her...

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What pleases man whose hard as steel,
And in his heart, he cannot feel,
Injustice, injury, insult?

Hard as steel, with blunt device,
Effective when he needs to strike,
A deal, a triumph, a price!

Blatant in his way, he conquers...

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She was a high born whore,
who lived luxuriously
Didn't have one ounce of compassion for the poor

She licked the seethed bones
with a viper's tongue
Guillotine parlor games fed her bloodlust for doing wrong

Marie Antoinette
was as stone cold-hearted
as...

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Keep forever magenta memories,
chased in fields of old mud, barefooted,
  allow disgrace and stigma to reveal,
fading amber secrets,
of indelicate curiosity,
  scarlet laughter invited burgeoning confidence,
callow and covetous intrigue dissatisfied,
  Mother Mary's flower...

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