Long Smoothness Poems

Day 1:
Indistinguishable from the next
Yet placed in a pocket
Decisions made to be kept
Yet I feel I give nothing
For I am a stone after all
It's my life's work
To ponder my worth 
So tiring I mostly sit...

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Galactic Strings or Void of Space?

A poem’s akin to a necklace, one fashioned
of water-worn pebbles (from rarest of realms),
stone cold truths tumble-polished, love’s chord weaves together.
Do fossilized beads left behind in Life’s wake
spark faint hint...

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Precedent setting the stage for kerning and tracking piqued my interest

Just before logging off for the day,
and ready to boogie out of the joint
an email landed squarely in my inbox
cordially inviting me 
into the management...

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Joulupukki knocked on the door before entering the room.  In the center of one wall was a bed that was large enough for two humans to fit in comfortably.  The young elf lying...

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It is an unseasonable March day.
My kitchen blinds are drawn against morning sun,
their slender slats like new skin protecting the body's vital organs;
eyelids before this rose-covered tablecloth as though the blooms
are the pale larvae of...

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POTD 3rd December 2024

Circuits of Deception -  An Ai Bot with a Sensual Glitch

Can machines feel emotion? This robot's tale of a deceptive upload might have you questioning. Can a robot be equipped with...

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White Dove coos the light through the bedroom window
leaving puddles of glimmering pools on the darkened floor
as the evening wanes and night takes control.
The door slowly opens and you shuffle your weary body
through the moonlit...

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Know What I Am Missing by Kenny Davis

I miss the warmth of the hugs of the soft, smooth skin of her curves. With every
sensual sensation from the mere caress of creation, by only hers, are...

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What do the dodgers dodge? 
Remind me to lace up my socks, 
Put on my boots and be born again.
Trained and ready, steady, go! 
An old man’s antlers in the rutt,
Dangling keys riding on hips...

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What do the dodgers dodge? 
Remind me to lace up my socks, 
Put on my boots and be born again.
Trained and ready, steady, go! 
An old man’s antlers in the rutt,
Dangling keys riding on hips...

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Welcome to the world filled with dark skin,
That seat belongs to you,
Let`s discuss the outstanding matters of our two.
Every pinch which will strengthen the rightful decision without hurtful rule.
I`m for the motion, and it`s not...

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Jessie J


What can I say about the sponge to my head?
Well she is beautiful, even if she will not wear a dress;
That is he Emmeline Pankhurst right I guess,
But like I’ve always said, 
Jess would...

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This very day, 27 years ago a little boy met a girl and thought nothing of it.
Two innocent minds, two pure souls with no crooked intentions.
We shan't lie to the world that it was love...

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A thought, a nightmare, a dream; and what does it all mean?                       ...

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Colures transposed orbits closed whence derive the rains of rose?
Across million mileage magic and magnitude are striding
O'er holistic horizon svelteness and smoothness are sliding
Meridian framed parallax tamed whither swash the rains of rose?
Spray by spray,...

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I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide

I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes...

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I never spoke for him to leave, to follow and take my hand,
But I fear I may have, with something more powerful,
Than the sounds slipping off my tongue and through my teeth.
It may have been...

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my beauty is the talk of the town, the envy of all the

town’s women. it must be so because every time i walk

down the streets, i see the women steal glances at me

and begin to...

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PART II.

IV. 
there's no turning back...
when the landscapes change, when the rains come
submerged in solitary conversations
I'm unworthy to left gifts at your feet
so I wait and sleep in this desolate bothy
shattered and painfully conscious
and it's...

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Seven Years Rachel*, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Sept ans Rachel by T. Wignesan

For seven years Rachel remains sealed
By the kiss she received from Jacob
For seven years she keeps her eyelashes lowered
Under the impact of their...

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Feelings of a Person with Color
Tasmina Khan

Does it really matter what colour is my skin?
Or it matters how I am or my Karma?
Which one do you prefer more?
People say in public, they judge by deed,
But...

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I often sit and witness the beautiful existence, 
sparked by a yellow haze of a dying candle's flame,
my notations dancing leisurely with the seizure of it's shadow on the wall. 
I am able to see...

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your eyes close …

mine stay open, bewitched
my lips move soft along your cheek -
a sublime dermal journey
from nape to mouth
I brush yours with mine, as if
miming a sigh
and they part ... slowly ... sweetly
I pull...

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I want to spoil you,
Draw closer until our lips meet
In a long, slow kiss of passion.
My lips slide down your neck,
Tracing the veins softly,
Feeling your pulse under my touch.

I go lower, finding your nipples,
And let...

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