Long Surly Poems

"Dream 1: 4 Weeks in Positano"



Kisses long linger warm lips tasted intense
so sweet like cured Valencia Oranges
lips liquored triple sec not dry drunk on love
softly grazed, then held long

slow, deep, warm and wet

The story is...

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He reignited my creative passion when he reentered my life
His can sense to the core how I am feeling and asked me right away to be his wife

Though it's been 45 years we have known...

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Political Poetry

Obama: what bard, what griot, what poet wouldn't want to tell -the miracles of our times in tales.
What courage, what evidence that man can endure; fulfilling the destiny for which he was bore.

Stones were...

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Memories And Melanie .
My youngest  Daughter

Taking a stroll, this day, through the pages of time.
Time that has passed into history, a history that is yours and mine.
That history, my Dear, are the memories, and...

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Gott, oh mächtig, Trump iz on the warpath again!

Glad for birth write to express views
aware cunning linguists 
will apply figurative screws  
in an effort at blatant mud slinging ruse
exercised courtesy mail in ballots, 
or...

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Guilty I voiced my plea
Whilst the fishies looked at me
There he stood-pleased and grinning;
Disregard of what was sinning

Guilty I yelled again;
Affirmation for the man
My heart you stole for I stole yours;
Exchange of hearts with distant...

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   Aided by the wind, 
entities take flight like prismatic colors- 
talismanning chanced direction 
"of watering misfit eye", 
looking for a new place 
to touchdown...

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Oh soothsayers   of        Beth El
who prophesy in the name             of Jehovah
but disregard  ...

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Robbie .

Like a snail, out of sea, stuck to Mother Earth.
Never able to see, never able to fly it’s girth 
since a time in youth and at a place 
where currents carried away Hope, created...

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I stood atop of my pointed view and felt the sharp tooth of truth.
How elegantly we lived the lie,  a fictional legend always on the edge of a prequel.
But the sharp tooth of truth...

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   In the Abaddoned depths of Faith's cosmos, 
a delusion of grandeur 
and of wonder blunders in awe, 
puts its hook securely in blasphemers jaw.
Curiousity opens Hell's salivating maw,...

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The bells! The bells!
My looney, tuney pals!
The bells! The bells!
They curse and vex and howl!
The bells! The bells!
I must escape them somehow!

The bells! The bells!
The clanging, banging swells!
The bells! The bells!
The peeling, reeling knells!
The bells!...

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You have unfailingly demonstrated your love
      every law     supporting      our galaxy
is so      harmonious   ...

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Politesse pleases me...
thank you very much
for letting me clutch
your attention courtesy
sharing following thoughts
thru reading my poem analogous 
to invisible electronic, 
fantastic, kinetic... touch.

Manners work like a charm
equivalent to abracadabra to disarm
truculent nasty shortish brutes
who thrive...

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Gott Oh Mighty,Trump iz on the Warpath!

Das Don Auld (can hard tank
tucker son of Carl, and leave
landscape barren) calling out
rigged ken tuckered hoarfrost race,
viz demolition derby presaging

death to White Anglo Saxon
democracy DOMS (delayed
onset muscle soreness)
minions...

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Not long ago I had no care
no concern about my soul,
I thought that I would make my peace whenever I grew old.
How foolish of me to think that I could live my life in sin,
that...

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Therapy is afraid of me,
I'll write it down for you to see. 
The mental examination process of my necropolis, 
Abomination  of mental stability, into a thought abyss.
If you think before you act, you're ability surly...

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NOT   JUST   ANY   SUNSET

This lunar sunset was what he’d most miss  -
They always said death was like this : 
Slo-mo and black-and-white
Like an old movie trite.
It had happened...

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Armadilly Billy the Sling Shot Kidster was steadily on the move.
He was leaving the Southwest and his reputation behind, for sure!
Every gunslinger was out for him and of killing he’d become tired.
Even the weather was...

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as I continue my walks with the lord, I than say to the lord, these things for which you are showing me men shall surly come after me. than the lord say to me what...

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I rest perched atop my tree branch blind,
watching and waiting
for anything to unknowingly pass below
I got sleek, midnight skin ... 
distinct markings of a black panther
I got white eyes that glow in the dark,
my vision...

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I love my mom 
with unabashed cliche,
                    when we hug, when we 
   ...

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The following limericks are a continuation of: https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/wicked_marys_been_a_bad_girl_1381428


Mary was simply horrid, as a wee girl
She was naughty and selfish, a school yard churl
She picked on one lil kid
Oh, yes indeed she did
Took out her scissors...

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To the proud parents, Anna and Theo
A serious lad, silent and thorough
A clan of preachers
And dealers of art
From the southern Netherlands came Van Gogh

When sent to school, he did not want to go
The separation led...

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Silly Billy had no fear, he drowned it in a case of beer.
Handy Andie so adept, kept so busy, she never slept.
Dirty Donna did what you wanna, she lived just down the street.
You didn't have...

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