Long Mollifying Poems

A letter to my love

To; the love of my life
Spare me some of your time 
As I'm heading too far now 
Let me tell you in a rhyme. 

The days we've spent together 
And the...

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Climbers and bushes are like sentinels that guard our terrains,
Waterfalls and paths, cascade like snakes gliding on the mountains, 
Our indigenous mansion lounges like a penthouse on the hill,
Amidst echoing rocks, mumbling winds, which chime...

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Sometime, someone somewhere was so passionate about someone!!!!

They met- it was fortune!
They liked- it was fantasy!
They loved- it was destiny!
They separated- it was tragedy!

How could she let him go?
How could she say him no?

His magic...

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We walk with the information of 
quasars and the discernment of protoplasm. 
Each day we live and die, each day our tears run dry.
Information is the rubble, the clutter of our civil war.

Reality becomes disposable...

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Magnificent marauders masquerading magically might mean 
Messy mollusks masticate marbled marigolds momentarily. 
Maybe. 
Moreover, momentous mosquitoes might make marvelous mini-muffins mixing marmalade momentarily. 
Meanwhile 
Minnie made monthly memories merely medicating masses 
Mediocre men mysteriously manufactured...

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My love, as ointment poured out is your name.
as odors, sweet, and spices, rich and rare,
does its fair sound rejoice the waves of air.
The fragrance filled the house when Mary came
to kneel at Jesus' feet,...

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First rain of spring.
Cold, driven 
on a harsh northern wind.
Welcome.
Filling the dry,
gaping cracks in annealed soil.
Restoring the earth from an
unyielding, austere winter.

Essential, though coming as
a bold remnant of winter's
frigid will.
Awakening the raw and 
callous earth.
Restoring...

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Am I feeling blue?
Am I mind-fingering past woes,
Quietly reflecting over coffee?
HELL NO!

What I’m feeling this morning is PAIN!
And it aint blue
This intense aggravation is shooting arrows,
Is fire red,
No sense of indigo,
But devil’s flame instead

Am I...

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A contortionist achieves climax
Her clitoris saluting her lips
From within an envelope of pleasure
Causing local beatitude
Though one may query such enthusiasm
Her clitoris cooing mollifying concert
Waltzing against the hips of autumn temptation
That she was vibrant
Or that she...

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