Long Massaged Poems

I was in the shotgun seat
in 1960 Lansing Michigan
headed straight as a harddrive
through ghettoizing "Negra Section"
hunting down our commercial whitebread 
heavenly ThriftyAcres

Wanna be a WalMart ImPlantation
but not Southern enough,
somehow,
to withstand straight-male competition
in fluent White Privileged...

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“liaison dangereuse”



Tear a thin line 
along my skin
softly velvet
finger tips 
no nurses gloves

down my neck
along my throat
with something
sharp like words
on a tongue

like I’m
one of the 
gentility heard
soft as a block of butter
hard from the fridge
I'll...

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When We Were Young

He left for work each morning, 
Wearing steel-toed boots and a tin hat.
He took long strides that were three times 
The length of mine.
In one hand he carried a lunch pail and...

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An Audience With THE KING

Many times during my walk with Him over the years, I have cried and prayed
and sought my Lord’s face, my Father’s face and asked Him, oh if HE would
just pick me...

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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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How quick capitalone two-step flickr ring imperceptibly, 
   kneaded asper byte
sized LivingSocial ties, linkedin and massaged viz MineCraft flight
of fancy outlook with plenti full confidence, faith, 
   and inherent lettered oblations...

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“The Lazarus Heart”



In the moment 
time stops:
suspended; seen
in solitary confinement
the heart of a soul
silent light weighted 
in the dark, rebellious
is the meaning of a name
Mary waits four days
in the flux
The Lazarus Heart
kick starts bedevilled 
by...

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A dream is a wish the heart makes,
And the moment I saw you
My heart wished you to be mine
So to say that you are my dream
Would be merely stating the truth,
But only in it=s rawest,...

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When Dragon was a few months old, his future was already there to see.
He’d tried to fly, with his penguins’ encouragement. Yes! Oh My! Oh Me!
We kept hearing all day long: That Dragon’s down! That...

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Thy scalp thoroughly massaged during hair washing, 
after showering (frequently tapping the cold water faucet – 
in an effort to ramp up brisk temperature tolerance), 
an immediate process to shake out matted down hairs 
follows...

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V.
Reg did nothing but embrace her,
it seemed like the right thing to do,
she said, “Let’s just go back to bed,
it’s much nicer lying with you.”

The next day, while he was dressing
ro hit the ranches for...

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Beauty is an acute perception, of universal cosmeticsIs it an innie, outie or maybe a meanie?            Could we find beauty, if she or he...

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It was the end of a long, hard day, made tolerable because the work was performed to benefit victims of the earthquake.

The other volunteers and I ate our bowl of soggy, undercooked rice and beans...

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How do people do it?
For that matter, how do I pull it off?
Sitting in front of the computer for so many hours,
body compressed into a computer chair.
Feel a whole decade older than I actually am-
aching...

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This pleasant morning I began
my retiring day as usual
with more reflective readings,
today from “Pronoia is the Antidote for Paranoia”
Rob Brezsny.

“In January 2003, 
a Muslim gas station attendant saved a New York synagogue from arson
with his...

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All aboard the Fantasy M/S of Carnival
for half a week’s vacation time of fun and falderal.
Hear greetings from your captain, his director and the crew.
Ready, set, get going.  The Bahamas wait for you.

Bon Voyage!...

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Orphaned Slab 
         by Odin Roark

They call me a foundation
once supporting siding and stone
wire
plumbing
shingles

Through the doors of my house
trailed family and friends
across kitchen floor
slanted slightly
letting Benny’s agate...

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enjoy the reed
now displayed as a satisfactory deed.
*          *          *       ...

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The Snow that Flurried like Chatting Kangaroos
Ramah Prince was thinking about Suhail G Faizal again. Suhail G was a remarkable rover with pretty hair and wide lips.

Ramah walked over to the window and reflected on...

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Im living a book. So are you.

Tomorrow is a new me. Tomorrow is a new you.

But there is a tomorrow.

 

Im living a book. Today I turned a page. Or a leaf in a tablet....

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(Esther 5: 2)



The King Held Out To Esther
The Golden Scepter
That Was In His Hand

She Was His Queen
The Woman Who Fulfilled His Dreams
One of The Most Beautiful In All His Lands

But It Was Persian Law For...

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He wore a cloth white shirt accompanied 
by a leather vest 
with brown, baggy trousers full of dirt 
tucked into rugged boots for best fit.
Deep, brown eyes and delectable pouty lips,
hidden under new morning scruff,
brush...

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      Once a fierce warrior of the night,
with battle scars gleaming 
under the moon's cold light,
a feral feline, solitary and strong,
a singular peculiarity
where loneliness had lingered for far too long.

Roaming...

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Here's a question for

Whomever may have the answer

Because I am not in possession of it

Neither am i a fan of massaged statistics

And so called experts who them through

The media supply endlessly in droves 

But how...

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Winter with you snows proposals.
Promises crunch under foot in autumn
bursts of colour on park pathways, 
orange into red into yellow.

Summer with you spouts kisses, wet with spit 
on a teenage first date - there’s no...

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