Long Nerve racking Poems

(Warning...it has a sexual theme to it. You have been warned, innocent readers! Expect the unexpected in this one)

You have the nerve
To give me nervana like I deserve
Nothing's wrong with me
Maintain my lustful heart patiently...

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Oh no, I wasn't watching the bed side clock.
My husband is home and he has a Glock.
Quick, out the window, my sweet dark night.
If he sees you, then he'll be ready to fight.
He cannot know...

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I watch the morning rise with splendor in the sky and the calm sea running towards me echoing the voice of optimism. It is the voice that you hear when you cleared the cliff and...

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Written: August 09, 20230
Fifa Women's World Cup 2023 Poetry Contest   Sponsored by: Mark Toney
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In the realm of soccer, where dreams bear flight,
A stage was set, shining under the beaming light.
The Women World Cup,...

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Life is a playground, the fun never ends.
Not a care in the world, just run around with your friends.
Doodling on the walls
Playing house with your dolls.
Chasing boys around with cooties
But only those you think are...

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Lisa was carefully pulling a strand of cotton candy off a paper-coned “barbe à papa” - winding it around her finger while absentmindedly gazing at a carousel. She seemed hypnotized by its white horses, trimmed...

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This is a poetic retelling of an athletic 
	Event (a race)
That breathtaking
Nerve racking
Repetition
On a circle (tiring)
I don’t dream of things like this
Unless I’m an insomniac
I don’t deny that’s what I want
(because) it’s wretched

I don’t deny...

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It's hard to see a young
unarmed man die in the 
hands of the police...

Doesn't matter what 
color of your skin is,
or if he's a criminal 
or not.

If he's not holding up
a gun, then shooting 
him...

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Not very humble but I dare say out loud - 
There is something about me of which I’m proud. 

That’s not what I asked for, much less than I sought - 
Iron clad patience I...

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Yup ... there's no question about it,
    I'm talking about sex, and all the 
        Calamity and comedy that surrounds.

Yet I'm not sure if the...

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DOWN AGAIN DAMN!

Stress and tension, heart pulsating, can’t take more
One day two, three days, perhaps today even four,
Not knowing what we’ve lost, poems I’v saved, but
Comments, views are so important to encourage poets,
In my scribble...

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Mesmerizing. Fierce fully aggravating.
Sinfully off this guard
Narrowly beyond tracks
Heart-aching, credit-crunching.
Stomach-turning, memory-converging.
Temperance.
Control. Mind-bugging soul 
Cracks, strokes, tears, burns
The butterflies churn
Nerve-racking. Emotion-bedazzling
Ambience comely.

Done. No more.
Appetite so ended
Thoughts and ways never blended
Sharp. Frail. Obscure.
Gross. Beguiled. Unsure.
Lack-luster, deafening throbs
Shocked!
Spun....

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How long is a long time?
Or: How long is a life?

If one second passes between the end of two lives,
Enough time to see a shooting star
Enough time to feel the change to winter or spring
Enough...

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You haunt me, constantly
twisting my dreams into nightmares, and
nerve-racking my mind at the sight of pampers.
Approaching forty, mother of none:
why couldn’t I give birth to more than a hope?
Happily single, despite what you say, without
dealing...

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You have to love them to sift their latrine,
The uric fragrance burning your nose and eyes
As you render their special place fresh and clean--
One of them watches, impatient, and sighs.
You have to be ready for...

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Ernestine
Miracle Man
10/23/2024 

Dementia isn’t something
my loved one has chosen,
So I readily admit
that in patience I’m lacking.
It seems in a time zone
a memory has been frozen,
Repeating things daily
is quite nerve racking.
Things are lost daily,
and sometimes never...

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Meeting new people (I'm a cheerful boy, used as a useless toy and 
getting stepped on like a mat)
Could be counted as a joy
It makes my heart thump (with joy - I catch the rat...

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-Time's a ticking, minutes pass by.
It's hindering my psychic, I do fear.
A blip, a word, two, then three words leak out-

Raining on my windowpanes,

-A brain hiccup, come on Connie, think-think, 
Nerve-racking this 5 minute poem,...

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I need an ocean to compel my summer night. I need to be here in this dimension. I need an unequivocal force to move me. I am shaking. This is compelling. This universe is not...

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