Long Pistils Poems

Although flowers bloom it’s awkward to say that they are flowers
because they are not flowers, but thorns disguised as yellow pistils 
and stamens surrounded by the petals made of pieces of colorless
paper. Moreover, their fragrance...

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with natural binaural and visual ambience...
courtesy bumblebee pollinating clover

Diaphanous wings yield live airplay
vibrations undulate thru ethereal airway
rippling glorious edifications allay
gorgeous fauna and floral array
ears and eyes beheld
awesome buzzfeeding display
flight of the bumblebee laden with pollen
analogous...

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While I'm reading a poem about it on the previous page
the girls come over to visit their boyfriends and dance
in high shoes and perfume. Their legs are strong and their voices high.
And the guys get...

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Sweet butterscotch dew dimples on the lips of daffodils
In flourishing fields fondled by four leaf clover
Each scant spikelet of small white blooms playfully pleasure
Rejoicing with fragrance within this meadow of elation

Full throated birdsongs from summer...

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How did a cherry kiss? Bitter flower petals with sweet pistils.
So laden they act as halos while we breathe the love
in a pink hollow, silence sounding like taste, acting like epistle
to hold this moment in...

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Picasso painted me ugly.
Two lips slung over a rusted hanger.
One eyebrow burnt for attention's sake.
Let's tell Grandma how much fun we had today.
Picasso is still at work.

Monet swallowed your stupidity.
Five teeth missing and nary a...

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Spray your love in the masochistic mist, 
shapely satisfying the illicit itch...
With handcuffs upon the wicked wrist, 
narcotic nectars that will bewitch…
Salacious secretions that must assist, 
appeasing appetites that shall enrich...
Salivating on parts hardly ever...

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Bud of a flower,
open, reveal thy beauty,
and color our eyes.

I cannot picture,
this earth without your presence,
you are needed in life.

Your plant family,
400,000 species,
grass, daisy, orchid, are some.

Remnants of you, see,
your kingdom trace back to a,
Jurassic...

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bruised from a snow- capped  flesh
earth is growing numb without rest,
threadbare  plants gasp;  existence
bites the nodes of winter’s  skin

turned every which way,  bends droop
like deep chambers upon chilled meadow
striking flint,...

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Dearest Prof –
Upstairs, downstairs:
Racing ref-wards: lasses
(Prof, a roused lad saw them)
Breaking through the prime fogs
Racing like some fleece-hunters
Led by a night-gowned lass
(Where could they be going?)
The peering at something in soils:
Some retreated – wordless!
Like a...

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Chalice of Darkness

Buried deep inside the blinded eye of midnight
 My fugitive heart,
Homeless in winter’s frozen wrath,
Seeks an abyss with rotund borders –
A rounded vault of endorphic sacredness
Overflowing with elixirs of metamorphosis
Born from dark dry...

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bruised from a snow- capped  flesh
earth is growing numb without rest,
threadbare  plants gasp;  existence
bites the nodes of winter’s  skin

turned every which way,  bends droop
like deep chambers upon chilled meadow
striking flint,...

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Splatter painted, Pollock blessed, leggy I stand,
among the green grass and healing Plantain
in a kaleidoscope of color panned.

A walking canvas in the meadowland
stems, humorously stippled to entertain  
splatter painted, Pollock blessed; leggy I stand.

Blush...

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More poppies grow along the asphalt road
Where mankind once came then went away
Flowers don’t remember men because
Orange colored petals form like cups of tea
Primal stems built thick to hold the system up   ...

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A FLOWER THAT BLOOMS

God sees your life as a flower
That sprouts, grows, blooms, wilts, withers, and dies in one Day.

And it is not so much the way the Lord sees how you were Rooted to...

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Once along those lines, counted your years here...

Was this then? ornate clasps solace thee,
upon its iris, all exempt from night,
Thy day decides, laud shall lead us on,

Spoken, 'tis breath already expired, exhale,
down hills, scurry curtsied...

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STEEL AND SILK

My love like steel and silk
      cuts through you 
            splutters your blood
    ...

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Hungary 1956
The innocent flowers peered gingerly
Through the stench in the iron pavement
   Hesitating, then stretching the petals greedily
   To drink of the sunlight of Possibility...

      ...

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Petunias share shades of blue
with velvet centers gilded gold.
And white pinstripes enhance each hue,
marking petals vivid and bold.

Roses boast scented scarlet swirls
with crimson centers at their hearts.
And velvety, magenta curls
that exceed the sum of their...

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"Immaculate"

I’d like to write something 
beautiful for once,
divinely dripping with honey
and milk that washes white 
like stamen juice over the uncut,
the bees all come to drink 
the heady dew, 
stroking their black down 
over dusky...

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Stamens and pistils 
delicately poised
Shamans and pistols 
making too much noise 
Soft buzz preferred, 
a silencer’s desired
Pollinator’s sense 
the triggers just fired

Nectar brings balance 
agape open wide
Willing the seeker 
to do laps inside
Comes with a...

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vrrroom buzzzzzzzz vrrroom
cars in a circle
touch each other crash
bungled-stuttering engines like
frustrated flying insect?
bungle-stuttering
hits and misses faulty transmissions

Petals and sepals touching
Stramens and Pistils
developer seeds and fruit blossoms
O' hymenopterous succulent
chewing mouth parts
Petals and sepals touching
stamens and pistils
developed...

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It was a slant love.
Back to back,
lips to lips.

Lethal and dark
strong yet delicate
like spider’s web.

A dark side of the moon
sending conflicting
signals to bacilli-

of dirty lane, pink
and blue. My pug
licks the toes.

The pugmark on
green body. I...

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She’s not for burning

Remnant of dried out pistils
If burnt
May fill nooks and corners
With their inimitable fragrance
But that doesn’t look aesthetic
Rather disparaging towards
Fascinating gift of nature;

History witnessed
Whether for genuine demand or
Otherwise fake societal dignity
Whatever businesses under...

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Truly Horrible Poetry

The pagan grass in the meadow crackled with a crunch
Stepped on by insects who called themselves bugs
The grass had long yellow teeth and braces from the sun
Flowers opened up their big fat mouths
And...

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