Long Smooching Poems

Silence reigns supreme in my reich

No don (except me)
doth trumpet within the aborted
barren reach of freedoms within expansive realm,
I annexed courtesy manifest destiny,
which peoples now inhabiting said jurisdiction
circumscribed by following coordinates -
Latitude: 40° 16' 22.20"...

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Font Din Black

so u real??? 
Warning! The following choppy, batty, 
dopey: elegy = flaky, goofy, history: iffy, 
jumpy, kooky: loopy, matty, nappy, nippy, 
sketchy material prone to find the reader 
dazed and bewildered, yet comfortably...

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The bane of a cold sore inside my mouth

Sent my smooching life south,
whereby I felt like poor Georgie Porgie,
pudding and pie,
who kissed the girls and made them cry.

The medical term for cold sores,
Herpes Labialis, refers
to...

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Gratitude for running water on tap... 
and heat flowing with a snap

After shaving and showering,
yours truly feels winsome
though morose seeing
unwanted adipose "love handles"
inflating mine abdomen and tum
unanimously decided courtesy quorum
losing washboard stomach
finds me uncomfortably numb,
which...

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Was as thin as a scarecrow, Though he had no straw hat
Though he thought himself as decent, no one else had thought that 
He was a runt to some big farmer boys, he never fought...

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We have no control over the passage of time, but much flexibility with our own time. On and on, time goes and flows with no one it knows and stops at the command of ONE....

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"His Name is Calciatore"

His name is Calciatore

he loves to follow me
from room to room 
he’s exceptionally 
well groomed

even handsome,
one might say,
he can be quite serious
yet, he loves it 

when I flirt 
shamelessly with him, 
day...

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What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing out at dawn?
Why it hasn't rained for ages now,
So many failed crops, and fields you must plough.
Your dirty clothes are all so...

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I reckon you could rightly say that I am from the old school,
But some of the politically correct stuff today, as a general rule,
Leaves me scratching my skull, baffled and so incredulous,
Groping for the proper...

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A PLACE CALLED BEAUTIFUL CONTEST
Sponsor: Janis Thompson

Mountains of Colorado 

On a mount up above towards the peak of the pike,
Sets the sun in the west way far up in the clear sky,
The blue and pink...

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Have we meant before by chance
In a distant time, a distant place
Flash backs send me in a trance 
Draw me towards your soul let’s dance   




I’ve got this feeling that won’t subside
This rhythm...

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I DANCE TO THE JOY OF NATURE SINGING

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oh, i dance to the joy of nature,
i dance to the joy of spring,
new life, a new adventure,
 i dance to the joy of spring.

oh, i dance to...

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That first kiss--De-lish! Smooth like Hagendaaz!
I was in my fourteenth year, too green to see his flaws.

I, the skinny Yankee teen with glasses on her face
met the proverbial "preacher's son" (I doubt in God's good...

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I dunno who decided that cheese should have resided 
With bits of pineapple upon a stick
I’d have hit him with a truncheon when he said a pickled onion
Would top it off: I fear he was...

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Oh, what delightful pleasure
I cherish as everyday treasure
my special child’s love beyond senses can assure
apprehending from the heart his simple sheer leisure…

When he blissfully pinches my cheeks with bliss
as I caress his hair, exuding shampoo...

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To bring a bit of happiness to my soul
I’ve got to sing along to a little rock n’ roll
Don’t try and tell me it’s all out of date
Elvis is still rocking, Eddie Cochran's' blues were...

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We smooched around the floor
Her body pressed tight to mine
I was high on stout and scotch
She on gin and sweet white wine
And we swayed around that room
In a world all of our very own
Engrossed each...

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I can imagine 
Just sitting, thinking, and wondering 
How did this begin 
Me, just passing by 
You With a wondering eye
Soon we were attracted to something bigger and stronger 
This feeling is indescribable 
It must...

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My parties have become pretty lean
Ever since onset of Covid nineteen 
No more passing around fine liquor
drinking alone, in a hall of mirrors 

A new reality from behind thin veils 
Masks and gloves, my themed...

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I didn't come to this party
for wine and cheese,
I have another reason
for showing up on time
and looking very sharp.
  
I am looking for
a devoted sweetheart
to hold and kiss at night,
and whisper that something sweet
she...

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26/2/2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Contest: treasure trove

Austerely laid my eyes firmly on my garden far side 
 Tattered page piles, from my attic treasure trove, littered outside.

I picked up a dog eared page of the days...

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The 50’s are special to me
Started High School in ‘52
Wore shrink tight jeans and cowboy boots
Long hair ducktails and sideburns too

Rock and Roll music was “the thing”
Meet your buddies with a high five
The girls started...

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14th jan 2012 
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)

Silently laid my eyes,
Upon tattered page piles,
Littered outside,
The garden far side

I picked up a dog eared page,
Brought back memories of the bygone age,
Of the days of sitting together,
In this...

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Little crystals fallen angel tears smooching ground;
Instills cooling touch among grasses, buds and trees;
Facets rolling ambiguity ~ mystery;
Twirls then twines closely rush on branches bounds;
Inches white eerie cloud rhymes hang rest at key;
Nailing anyone to...

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Silently laid my eyes,
Upon tattered page piles,
the breeze had littered outside,
The garden far side

I picked up a dog eared page,
Brought back memories of the bygone age,
Of the days of sitting together,
In this garden, cuddling and...

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