Long Pure poetry Poems

What ever is fast and cheap you say...
You are so funny -
this is not a fast thing - 
to do a video montage of 5 minutes 
may take me a lifetime
as I move from inspiration...

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THE NOCTURNAL DELIGHT OF MEPHISTOPHELES - PART TWO (CONTINUED):

The stage was now set . . . from nowhere, Mephisto handed me a missive in 
Medieval Latin to read. He said, “Young poet, the hour is...

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considering the inanity of writing a poem
 without  any idea  of a subject
  to write about has not deterred me 
from blindly filling the first sentence with words of little or no...

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Winds Return:
Passages of wind
Set foundations of belief
Eternally ours.
Wind blows 
and then it doesn't 
you can't really anticipate it
it just happens
Loving you
Is like
Walking on
A bridge
With every
Piece of wood
Falling
After my
Every step;
There is no
Turning back.
Locked out of Heaven
Cast...

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As you know I write the truth of my soul
From the highest high to the lowest low

To me it is simply what I do
Couldn’t stop if I wanted to

The honest truth, “I don’t know why”
But...

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Today
                I found myself
       Deeply contemplating the word
      ...

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Turmoil and Transformation, beyond imagination
My first love, North Star, became my guiding light

He swept me to the shore, I was alone no more
Truly a one man in armor shining knight

Bumping shoulders and holding hands
a furtive...

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It is this moment, sunset, the hour when silence is most golden, that I pen this poem.

Above and all around me the trees are whispering, confiding in the autumn air a secret long lost to...

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The bible 
our pure poetry

Divine voice

art -- gallery imagery 
Father’s expanding palettes of time
space infinite – 

shadows of unframed
formless canvas -- man's freedom 
to light, shape, transverse supernal grace,

we, alone, limit speed
and trajectory

bridging dark gaps,...

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Kiss My Petunias

Call yourself a poet
Or is it poetess?
Your so called poems a child could do
Your work is such a mess.
Hairy fairy rubbish, this what you write
Under the guise of poetry
Your words are such a...

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He advanced to home plate
hesitant
out of time, out of place, yet
tantalizingly familiar somehow
A spirit, no number on his back...

Pausing, he tipped his cap to the crowd
a period-piece from long, long ago
Who could he be...

He squared...

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My kitten is a poet,

                              ...

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We’ve been asked to choose our favourite poet,
that’s such a tough task, and don’t I know it!
 
There’s so much talent in our poetry group,
I’ve made many good friends here on soup

I have a favorite poet,...

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Her hair was autumn brown, and she had a rose red smile that could turn frown upside down. She made my mind twirl. The way she moved was like pure poetry. A thousand and twenty...

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Today I smile upon my plight
Praise God I’m in the mood to write

I feel like a dog with a big juicy bone
Like the other Michael Jordan I’m in a zone

This morning I awoke and I...

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Ana's lips were cunning

as a linguist she knew

how to twist them

and elocution lessons

had done her tongue 

a lot of flexible good


smooth and passionate

she explored his mouth

labial passion play

pleasured unknown depth

crescendo culmination

unspeakable joy


the intimate sensation 

spread...

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A gift received when I was young I have no more.
It sparked my interest though it was so deep.
Its verse was somewhat prose; its words would soar
straight to my soul and not put me to...

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DUCK ON THE SMOLENKA



Middle of river just relaxing
Riding  the waves
From the western breeze 
And the waves large and small
Passed under him
Buoyant and sublimely afloat
Slipped by him leaving no wetness
Passed through him
Without affecting his swim...

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Don’t need a treat my lady fair,
Or lavish sex that walks on air,
What steals my breath? The soul of you!
The faith you bring that love is true!

Your very presence fosters visions
Birth to hopes few dare...

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Laura Loo

A lovely lady with a massive heart, her poems about her family are so moving. 


Jan Allison

She often hides her heartache with humour to make other people smile.


Jo Daniel

Such wonderful lines which bring a...

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A boob man I could be.
Yours do titillate me,  
so jiggly and bouncy. 
The two of them and me,
a love triangle we.

But your butt's what sends me 
skyward.  My ecstasy 
comes when I...

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am i less then
a parasite being
more symbiotic
for i cling to the

many and any
thing that makes
me me without
knowing who i

am on the
inside for
i need to
feed and

am the human
chameleon who
if you're sad can
gladly share that

color as my...

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The shaman in Siberian snows,
Singing and dying
And flying;
The Gnostic in life creating lines
Of song, of death,
Learning to heart his poetry,
To sing
With his last breath;
Pythagorus’s sacred password verse
Easing his transition
To heaven
From earth;
All know the deep wisdom
Of...

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She was a fiery seashell,
  lost 'neath convoluted oceans
     amongst opuses of pure poetry, 
artistically outspoken 
   'tween invertebrate reality
secretly devouring mankind, 
  beware Herr Lucifer, ...

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