Long Recline Poems

Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine ego quest for affaire d’amour;
her night-loving body 
c h a...

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Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently recline:
Amidst coy Junes radiant beams 
of sweet benign!
All was stilled,...

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Ma,
Why do I need to apostrophize you? Why did you flew away into the celestial regions so earlier? Is it because you are from a land where ‘twenty is plenty’ for women? And hence, ignoring...

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Telling tales or stories is a favourable pasttime;
But using pictures to tell stories of past and present,
Yours remind me of days back in time,
Would not be all very  recent,
Last ones of grateful recline
To golden...

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No, I will not say where, but it's not tokyo,                         ...

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Wandering in the woods for years,
Trials and Tribulations without fears,
Scorching heat, thorns and flood flow,
Came the Pandavas with a divine glow.
For days not Fortune lay wrappen,
Wait and Watch the thing to happen.
 
To manifest the...

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 do not be afraid

                  GO !     MY  BELOVED
    ...

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Oh look here— behold a dandelion woman
the original wild flower!
I go where I want to go
I grow where I want to grow —
don't matter if   y o u   say no

dandelion wine...

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Rhyme  Quatrain



Telling tales or stories is a favourable pasttime;
But using pictures to tell stories of past and present,
Yours remind me of days not so recent,
And ones of grateful recline
To golden years so sublime.

Mother, telling...

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Written: April, 16, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann

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From a deep weariness of the soul 
to the discomfort embedded in our bones. ...

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with a cat lying on my lap
a sough whispers in the trees 
as a summer day begins fading
the tiger lilies below bend as if trumpeting
a musical for ears yet to come into existence
evaporating the din...

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Dear January.

I don't deny that there are days of beauty;
days of temperate tones and warm blue skies.
I don't think I'm confused; so allow me a bit of muse.

Perhaps it's me and my shortsightedness,
but when I'm...

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The Avenue of Gastronomic Delight

Down the broad avenue called Gastronomic Delight
City life gathers when twilight awakens;

In eateries, drive-ins, greasy spoons and taverns – jumpin’ joints jumpin’
Like Snoopy with his dish doing the suppertime dance;

Lured by...

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When I was a youth the earth was our friend, as it was our means of escape.  We would run and chase each other across great distances, far away from the confines of home...

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"Is life a dream I'll waken from when dead?"-Oh, Dream, by Andrea Dietrich

So much garbage in and garbage out.                ...

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It is simple to laugh
at this sinister comedy,
ablaze with maddening duality.
A true scene of blood-thick bonds,
breaking never, but
somehow,
tightening, like a noose
around the throat of the last
living,
thinking organism,
ascending beyond basic self judgment,
embracing those strange strings
bound to...

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Moments are not the retinue of time. There is one which

decides the turning point of mankind. I can’t hand over to sighs

that time which stands and beckons me. To hell with the shades

to recline and...

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I have a paper due
Last Monday that isn’t quite out of the pen yet, and it’s laying on the desk like
A cancerous growth of my mind
Stress increased, end of the year rush
I can’t seem to...

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You've visited me after a long time: Remember; once, I was brimming with might? Named babbling brook, revered as a singing deity, how blissful was my sight! Have reminiscences of your childhood, in my mellow...

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1. We are upstairs, rolling on a derailleur
much fun is timely prepared by fate’s chauffeur
rooms facing each other is the plasticine
the models of our contact is the icing
from her own end, she chooses my Tuxedo
and...

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Written: April 5th, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori

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Crimson blood-colored sunlight 
seeps upon the pyramids —  
Shadows cast...

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Under the cemetery of falling stars, beneath veils of eternity,
The end of any affair is death. She is my sanctuary,
An evanescent eye, slipping through the magical veil,
Far from the tribe of my soul, my breath
Finds...

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I am a monster
A tormented work of God’s hand
I will roll over you
Like a storm
Because that I am

My energy will attract you like a swarm of bees in spring
Into your lover’s bed
Where I will remove...

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Branches of beans wave most predominantly in stormy weather but heavily prevalent are the many climbing chimps whose antics please the spotted cloud and cause a clap in the sky. But half a cup of...

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Some say tomorrow promises not jubilation but annihilation.                           ...

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