Long Sexless Poems

Date:  July  2049

The expanse of the sky was darkness.
End of July 11 pm.  Dolly Molly
And Holly were keeping an all night
Party pleasant  pressureless delight.
Dolly grabbed the remote for the
Plasma 54" TV....

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I hope I know what is healthy sex,
in an experiential kind of way,
and a trans-biblical swell known sway,
and I can imagine a world with healthier,
more cooperative, politically empowering days,
but I am clueless about healthy religion,
which...

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The East Meets West Philosophy Association
had their annual 2020 conference in Rio,
when and where anything multiculturally lusty
is more likely to happen,
especially between sunset
and sunrise.

Coincidentally
and existentially
and phenomenologically
and ecologically
and ethologically
and epistemologically,
and astrologically,
and metaphorically,
it was necessarily
and sufficiently
and justly
and...

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Oh to vacation behind the heavy metal door
To escape another election year.
All news is stopped at the door by the guards
Whoever sit in the same place
Waiting
Always
Waiting to retrieve all banned goods
And outside time. 
Between med...

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Lord, please have mercy. Lord, please have mercy on us
Father Christ, please have mercy. Father Christ please have mercy on us
Lord, please have mercy. Lord, please have mercy on us
Father Christ, graciously hear us. Father...

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Two fine films: The Lost City and Blood Diamond.
I joined Blood Diamond during a village massacre
and said to my wife A gun in every home.
Those devils would think twice
before razing the village and seizing the...

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It was a grey day more or less on planet earth,
But earth’s robots hardly noticed at all
Robot logic so tuned into ones and zeros,
On and off, grey matter is of little interest
Day and night, sunrise...

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You who sexless heard the pounding of the sex
     nerves    conditioned to the tune
            through all the...

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I admit tubby distracted by a modeling
female physique when attempting to write,
an aching agony rips thru this son,
gripping with hard on – tight -
by Dickens constricting sensation,

who orbited the sun LX times
coon sitters himself heterosexual...

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OUR LOVE TOOK FLIGHT
Written by: Catherine Reinke

Poems of others
I’ve read to you
of my love lost,
heartbreak and sorrow.

But to you
neglected, rejected
outstanding  and true,
this poem will 
not wait another tomorrow.

My  head and heart
were turned ...

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PreImmenance
God is not an alien or an artificial intelligence he is a perfect being not created just a 
constantly moving force like the impossible perpetual motion machine the inventors allways 
aer trying to reinvent only...

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3
times
in
4 
years &
1 of those times brought on the little boy whom she spends most of her time taking care of these days
(that is, after all, the reason her man married her---for her child rearing...

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Répéter Depuis le Début 
The Pink Studio, by Henri Matisse, 1911.

Perception fuses like melted rose quartz,
fuses on the lens of Matisse’s puzzled eyes
like the naiveté of childhood returned to age. 
Melted images rose in two...

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Maybe we should embrace our own ends
As we would a lover
Who We rejected for too long
With her wild eyes.
Both will be too eager to see you.
One as a killer
And the other?
And the other?
The promise of...

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Court hiss sea hove The Irish Times,
     this hum mere ruck can bloke
kin esse spy climb mitt till impact
     desiccation ravaging with choke

hold thee aim rilled isle,
...

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As par and parcel of being
    alive wire impossible aye
to maintain totally tubularly
     literarily celibate by and bye
with parochial restraint antiseptic dry
as dust poetic refrains
   ...

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This (Numerical) Life

I am a number. I know this because you spend all evening asking me my age, as it is my birthday and we dine in lavish style. My name is forgotten; the eccentricities...

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Everyday dwelling in this darkness the resurrection of an playful fire is my punishment. i lay to remember the once beauty and wonders of my once kingdom once share between us. Dear husband when suddenly...

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Listen my older children
and you shall again hear
a nasty story
frightening and queer.

There once were Trumpian Cathars,
a conflicted plutocratic sect
who would revive America
from all her EarthMother cooperativist
ecofeminist 
unorthodox sins.

These Cathars taught their children,
and monoculturing RightWing students,
Great...

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Got Any Ideas For A Poem?

Ha! That catch phrase
     (kid ding lee writ)
     hoop fully goat yar attention
truth be told, (no...no...
     no...not by...

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Hate is a geography 
A floating continent really.
It spends most of its time
In the Far East (the Orient)
And moves west with the sun
To nourish its flowers and vines.
Its beasts will forever feed on your indignities
Catholic...

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Military Mind 
Military Mind 
 
 
Sexless uniformed surfaces not needing a life inside. Worthless devils fighting 
all the time and hurting all others against the flag or under orders or authorized 
this is the...

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I am Goddess _ I have created myself sexless _ therefore I am neither he, she, or it.

I am called upon by many; however, the names you have given me are out of your need...

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mirrors refract of blue, grays and greens
molded together, patchwork of leans
drowning withouts more than floating withins
mindsided promises, neglectful of ends
dripdry conundrums in, neat stagnant rows
labias monotonous, pink ugliness grows
necrofeelya coagulants, defy deadbeat hearts
knooseful riddance, mattressinal...

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I have had good counsel from a wonderful therapist.
I had to be suicidal to get on her list.
I waited over a year to see her.
Only managed then because I became suicidal again.

At the start I...

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