Long Lecherous Poems

Date:  August  2049

DJ celebrates his 23rd birthday 
Sashi DJs wife became 22 in
May. Amadeus made 20, 
Damian turns 48, Molly and
Dolly are 45. Carter Hakim will be
74. Lucinda turns 71. Carter
Embraced her saying,...

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A Sexy Salacious Steam
                               ...

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When I was little, my stepfather and I would be outside, coloring the driveway with chalk or throwing a frisbee and he’d stop and say, “I’m gonna go stir your mama up.”

He’d go in the...

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The Bad, Bad Boy 

My Dear, sweet China Flower :

   The Oriental fragrance of you lingers on, it has permeated the very fibers of my mind and my home.
   I am,...

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A queue for the loo? is it nine minutes past two?
A windmill dashing to the sea. Ice cold waters in a monticule drip. Laced with the prevalent winds and sands. But sands are not sanding...

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“50 Words for Poe: Phantasmagoria”




“Darling, there’s someone here 
who would like to meet you...”

This was how it all began -

‘twas the night of the Ghost Ball
the room was pumping
and the Lothario put on a good...

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I had fallen in love with a young Mexican maiden in the town of El Paso
Completely mesmerized by her eyes had me following her wherever she would go.  In 
Rosa’s Cantina, the music would...

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Based on the famous linguist, poet Humayun Azad Sir's poem "SAB KICHU NOSHTODER ODHIKARE JABE". However, it is not an exact English translation from Bengali. Edited in different places with tense. Apologies for any mistake...

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Grey is ana in-between colour that is most secretive in a window smudge. But when the cleaning cloth arrived it simply disappears then reappears when the cloth has left. Thus leaving a very grey mass....

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Grey is an in-between colour that is most secretive in a window smudge. But when the cleaning cloth arrived it simply disappears then reappears when the cloth has left. Thus leaving a very grey mass....

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The sweet release of empty flesh,
The curling locks of lady death and her syndicate.
Mercy disguised as agony;
Agony cloaked as mercy.
Eyes not glaring with murderous intent but with immense desolation.
The mistress: arousing with the hammer wrapped...

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Written: February 29, 2024
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In a sprawling sward of auburn swab
A seraphic sight soaked in dew at dawn
dazed distress and dust-laden air
delicacy and...

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Old Zack Adams sits a slouch’n so sloppy drunk on a bar-room stool,
Wear’n his cheap-threaded cowboy suit and a stained satin shirt.
All the while a peek’n and a leer’n at women like an old poor...

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The (former) Double Life Of Matthew Scott Harris

Dove finch he following iniquitous
     licentious, lecherous longing
     extinguished quite
some years ago,
     when eldest daughter
 ...

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Clump of earth. Green glow. Clump of concrete clapping. Green glow. A grouped nylon is akin to a skinny pair of trousers swinging in a breeze. Twisting with furry knees. But not ever in trees....

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There once was a fox, as wise as can be,
 He lived in the hollow of an old oak tree.
 Not so very far from an ol’ Farmer’s Farm;
 A farmer he knew would do...

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As the receding 
nestles of dying
love 
in full bloom,
now 
sadly blown away.

The seasons of 
the massacreing 
tides of Autumn,
the soothing winds
of change,
now gently at bay.

As love's decree
of passion 
resides at chamber,
felt within the door.

To conjure...

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Hyperthermia can be caused by standing in slip streams in sluice dumps. It never really fails if ice water can run a lake from a rusted tap. And the mid morning broken by the drip...

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"PreOccupation"

spiced

cut up poetry
divides 
numbers 

intentional 
drivel moved 
to the side

on a blank page
into neat lines
sucked up

a much loved 
addiction 
novel and short

Pre Occupation 
of all the glossy 
shrouded shrouds

minds spiced
scab picking, their
word salads, tossed

the windbags
blowing...

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Fatima was always dressed up fittingly as any occasion called for 

Today one might call her a performance artist but she was

A hippie and child of God always good for some drama though 

Was not...

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El Segundo walks boards and he doth show
good balance warning native youths who dare
to make him stumble they must show some care.
Then carriage he now leads to colonnade,
and waits for family's entry three to share
but...

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Hollow whore’s are they that trample over the innocent,
Grabbing for power like only the unworthy would,
Prostituting for perks because they’re willing to get ed,
......................So I used to believe,
Back when I was a naive idealist,
But life...

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I beseech thee to
answer
Is there still
hope???

Forgetting their
vows of chaste they
become lecherous
Fighting for power,
they become
ambitous.
Their actions make
people shock
For they forget why
they put on the
cassock.
Respect for God, our
clergies no longer
have
But so greedy with
the things they
have.
They make not,
benedictions...

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‘We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are’
                      ...

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My Requiem.


To my witch, my retribution; my inviting audience.
By night fall of this day, I shall have become your Prince.
Your equal in a title, so impossibly imposing.
I implore you to see within yourself; 
Let this...

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