Long Pheromonal Poems

Lisa, a fellow freshman who lives in our neighbor suite, is a breathtaking beauty from New York - the kind of beauty that toppled ancient Greek empires - a sun-like beacon to the male sex....

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Winter’s releasing us from its perpetually gray and gloomy grip.

Who can study in their room, on a beautiful spring afternoon?
Azaleas assail ya, with champagne petals of bubblegum fuchsias,
they blush in near neon reflection, with a...

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For there abide beef, pork and chicken
and the greatest of these is bacon
hot sizzling crispy to the tongue
satiating succulently scrumptious bacon.

For bacon curries no favor
plays the field tempts the stoic and saintly
slides into gustatorial beds
romps...

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I thought, back then,
that what I felt for her was love.

Jack said it was just lust
and certainly nothing less.

He had a point, she stank
of pure pheromonal passions,
Together we had an alchemy of ardor
and odor.

We grappled...

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Adieu April


Adios you soggy segue
nature’s mud pie maker
roof top drummer
dog soaker
puddle teaser.

Au Revoir
cool breathed friend
easing the ice from its depths
cajoling the worms
play peek-a-boo
with the Robins.

Bon Voyage old vagabond
titillating transient
instinct whisperer
spring’s pheromonal scent
arousing dormant need.

Farewell
fading water...

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Blaring klaxons rouse the weary
Fumble for steaming mug of pain
Stiletto sunrise, eyes bleary
Sandman’s Valium starts to drain

Resplendent youth line up for inculcation
Foreheads kissed, lunchboxes brimming
Then practiced subroutines of remuneration
Contentious jockeying, sinking/swimming

A million convocations for stricken...

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Whence comes this hoof beat pounding of my heart
such thunderous roar to overwhelm my head
reduce me to a pawn of crimson tart
return again to arms too often fled.
Perchance the scent of pheromonal lust
adrift upon the...

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Having known
a hug, a kiss, a touch
a distant look... beckoning
I thought I knew love.
Sadly I learned they were
but a hug, a kiss, a touch.

I have caught on the wind
a pheromonal call
sensed a presence unseen
fell under...

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Is love not like the weathered bark
Tightly holding that which it cherishes
A gnarled and wily smile savoring
The beauty of its outstretched arms
Rocking to the tempo of the time
Swaying in a sunset serenade
Bowing to the moon’s...

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