Long Tartness Poems

screwed.bumped.bruised.fingers caressing a flossy silhouette which happens to be a cup of
brewed coffee.savoring its stunning richness while helplessly  drowned in sincere fondness
from its hypnotic scent.better than hell.better than a new-mown hay.better than anything
else that...

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Awaiting the descent of light,
Darkness befalls
Intimate shadows emerge,
Within a silvery...eerie mist.

His dark...predatory presence,
Atop her pallid...shiny skin
Entwined...silhouettes
Unrestrained...immortal love
His muscles burst with definition.
As he positions his masculine intuition,
He sinks his pearl teeth into the bite.

Seduced by his...

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The task begins with awareness, and freedom without it is harmful. So let us not look back in fury or forward in panic, but rather around in awareness. By Poet



Let me tell you a story.

Can...

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You took your sunshine smile with you
       when you left me with my eyes raining salty tears.

            ...

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It has death in the title but I can't think of it
It has the glow of the moon but I can't see it
It has the rustle of the leaves but I can't hear it
It has...

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At the heart of this art there’s a tartness that fits like a harness/
Put those pieces and bits together to finesse and furnish/
I’m breathing in the flesh here I go out of my mind in...

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Summertime, a wonderful time full of nostalgic teenage memories
I spent many weekends with my best friend Tina at Bear Pond Park
Memories of packing our swimsuits, towels, music and bagged lunches 
And We always brought our...

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From this steeple,
I can watch you zigzag
Unconditionally,
Following your own paths,
Building your own bridges,
Paving your own roads,

And I know that God is watching
From every angle.
I find sweetness in the tartness
Of life among solemn peasants
Who safeguard their...

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This has got to be the best pie in the world..
It is a meat eaters pie,abounding with tart flavor
which explodes in your mouth with each bite. 
It is not a subtle or beautiful pie, ...

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Entertained by flickers on a screen, cosseted between giants. Suited with slicked-back raven hair, snow-white starched shirt, an innocent tie.

Mother smiles at his sky-blue eyes. Father pats his shoulder, “Good show!”
The nightingale, high in spirits....

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Like a fire placed before her,
Serving as a source of tommorow's shower
Sweat and wail can never be eluded,
As she proceed through the narrow
hotbed

Body disrupted, as unexpected scene erupted
A fearful lass on a hot coal
Experiencing the...

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It is apple pickin' time in Georgia
Come get them while they're crisp and not quite ripe 
Bite into apple's delicious tartness
From the tree's garden of Eden a few swipe

Down where the apple blossoms in springtime
Many...

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THEY RECONFIGURED THE FORMULA
BY MAKING IT MORE FOR A TARGETED AUDEINCE.
TARTNESS AND SWEETNESS GO HAND AND HAND.
SOME PEOLE LIKE THEIR SWEETS THAT WAY.

1/2 CUP OF STRAWBERRY LIQUER
1 AND ONE HALF CUPS OF SUGAR
/3 CUP OF...

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Sweet fruition twisting on a bent and laden branch

Tart yet heavy wet with Summer rain

Dry from working fields, entranced
accents chatter mutter murmer almost heed.

I stop to feel saliva wet the backside of my tongue
And wish...

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Deep moments trip oomph's party line,
Urge taste to know sweet-sour punch;
Kind flavours grip sure tartness fine,
Use funds our flow of blissful crunch.
Fruits of a kind where tropics fling,
Rush of fancy in tasty bits;
Unfurl fond finds...

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The sun paired well with the apple 
Sugar
The tartness and sweetness 
Reminded me of the days
And I stepped outside to feel the sun on my face
And the trees and the grass 
All green
And the rainbow...

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Hear songs of the moon,
Observe the ocean’s dance,  
Its graceful waves,
Sway to the tune.

See clouds of the sky,
Watch how they fade away, 
When stars appear,
Whilst they, "Good-Bye.”
 
Smell flowers of spring,
See how the birds...

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I’ve Taken My Licks
Written: by Tom Wright
1/19/2013

Our lives are like a Sugar Daddy Sucker, 
Where each new day we get one lick;
Most days are sweet but oft we pucker,
Finding tartness as we near the stick;

We...

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