Long Pouty Poems

Almost a month now and the emotions honeymoon-surfaced fast
Plagued by the invasive thoughts of which one of us will prove to last
Anxiously waiting to see if our Jenga game will wobble, fall and crash
We're each...

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Inspired by the painting "Highland Lassie" (1871) by Thomas Faed.

(Verse One; In introduction to Cailin)
Walkin' on the highways, searchin' down the byways,
Tromps a lonely figure on the Highland roads;
Peerin' from the Highdown, breezin' through the...

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I'm so tired of waiting for the baby witch I'm destined to bind
In this witchy tradition of old, the young goddess/princess witch is mine
She's the youngest and the most beautiful heiress to the Silken Rose
She's...

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What might be your perfect way
to awake with joy and gratitude each morning
within this new day
old way
of opportunity and mourning?

This morning's epic re-awakening
into Beloved Paradise
opens health humored eyes 
to see a full bright winter moon
shining...

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Who's that girl by the ancient tree...
She's the daughter of a butcher, quiet and pouty...
She's always there, contemplating unspoken prophecy...
She scribbles poetry,
they say her Mother is a sibyl raving...
Solitude serves her like the aroma of...

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What might be your perfect way
to awake with joy and gratitude each morning
within this new day
old way
of opportunity and mourning?

This morning's epiphonic awakening
into Beloved Paradise
opens humor eyes to a full bright winter moon
shining through my...

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She couldn’t believe he was real
But there he was…
Chatting away with someone
Who was from his realm
Modern day aristocracy
The clothes, the very air around them
Screamed of wealth
Power
She squirmed in her seat
Her discomfort mounting
Feeling out of place
But...

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Delilah is a temptress with the magic of allure,
but special potions or devices aren’t required by her.

Women notice (enviously) her flawless skin so fair
and the unusual style of her lustrous long sleek hair.

She walks into...

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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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Oh you know the type—
the orchid woman

a cosmopolitan who cosmo sips
between snips of gist
her charisma a starship —collides
with your star-full eyes
supernova for Casanova
her pouty lips knit a glamour-mag smile 
rows of sugar-white pearls
strung shiny straight
behind...

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3 am in the morning
Everybody is sleeping
Some of them are snoring 
Maybe others are boozing
And the rest making out and moaning
Conclusion, everyone’s enjoying this night
Doing this doing that
Everybody is busy somehow 
Only me lying on...

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Knowing you as I do,
you entered the room shyly.
Saying nothing, you took a seat
next to your sister.
Then your ear homed in on the speaker. 
You tried not to notice 
some of the ladies paying
way too...

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Okay! Okay, just gimme a minute, or maybe even two.
It's just like you to pull up a chair just so I can sit next to you.
But I know you well enough not to fuss about...

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~ kisses, kisses, kisses... endless kisses ~ 

Sensuous kisses are those many sweet and kind thoughts of you that I have very oft. 
Intrigued Kisses are my eyes, at first glance of you, shining ever...

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It was 1949.  
Slow music was playing on the radio.
A young, handsome fast-talking 24 year old named Dick was driving around small town Iowa in a yellow convertible with red interior, feeling pretty cocky...

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Do you remember the times 
The sweetness of you
Your peppermint kisses I fared
Excruciating exhilarating pleasure
The tickle of your breath taking  hugs 

These were the cues of  a genuine affair
If you're not careful it...

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I don't know how it began-
what matters is it's there
like a famished bee on on a daisy
Let me release a sigh-


It was one point in time
and began wherever it did
I did not notice
by the time...



All...

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So Janet tried just like before,
She persevered and even more,
She brought him gifts and more and more,
She played him tunes and wrote him songs.  

But Roger was so plainly stupid,
His heart was so dead,...

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Tracks To My Heart
Your friendship 
Meant the world to me,
Our life stories were so close,
As well as our carefree spirits.

We laughed, we played,
We consoled one another,
And spent hours 
Chatting each night.

Our friendship was growing,
Blooming like...

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It was sonly yesterday
That Jimmy yearned to lay
And lay with Immy
She wouldn’t have let him
But for his pleas
His eyes so sincere
And love so intense

Immy gave in
Saw in him a companion
In him she saw a lover
But..
When...

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Ancient God extended his hand 
towards this beauty, 
pulling her close unto 
him, moulding her 
voluminous figure with 
ample bosom into 
his embrace 
As his hands tried to 
memorize every inch 
of her small waist,...

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I'll admit.
This is going to be
One more poem
About how you
Make me feel-
One more
Metaphor
Of the love I have
For you.
You know, 
If I were still
A child, 
Unaware of
The world's cruelties, 
Perfectly content
In my ignorance, 
You would be
The...

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THAT WHICH PROVOKES OUR INNERMOST
     lèvres pouty luxuriante et les hanches 
CRAVING---THAT WHICH SENDS US INTO A
     qui demandent une attention,
FRENZY---THAT WHICH WE CANNOT REALLY
  ...

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My Love, G


Your skin glows like the mango skin 

 blossoms desirable as the flowers in the purest hope of spring. 
My yearning heart rises to your steel band voice and leaps like a female...

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When a Man Loves a Woman


He awoke, unaware of what ailed him,
lay blissfully stupid upon the bed.
They had exchanged numbers. “Perhaps?”  “We’ll see?”
yet now, by trailing scent of her, he's led.

“Twas but the fleeting...

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