Long Titillated Poems

Unquotable quotes: Tale-Carriers, Gossip-Mongers, Courrier-Pigeon Caretakers, Smoke-Signal Puffers and Tom-Tom Thumpers – XXVI

Could there be such things as political shenanigans or inter-continental warfares, even catastrophes, natural disasters, tsunamis, irruptions, conflagrations, inundations, landslides, typhoons, tornadoes, hurricanes,...

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When I was a lad and somewhat brash
I often read the poems of Ogden Nash,
whose humourous rhymes on many themes,
was motivation for my own poetic dreams.

Later when I took to reading Edgar Allen Poe,
more of...

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I once spent the winter 
Near the town willow creek.
It wasn't adventure 
I attempted to seek.
The cabin elevation 
Was 5000 foot.
My goal that winter 
Was to finish writing my book.
The first winter snow 
Had covered...

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I was in a museum. I suppose there were many displays of animals mounted or posed in 
their realistic forms to show them as they appeared in their natural environment. However, I 
recall only one...

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POETRY DIVA’S RHYME SCHEMA
Pupa stupor you could hear the bazookas.
From Bermuda to Aruba
A super family reunion
They were sophisticated, as they contemplated which cabins were theirs.
When all came together, they became intoxicated, which caused syncopation in...

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Straight rows of soft chairs, larval eyes stare blank
Absorbed by glowing colors on the wall
Their jaws slack, fetid whiff, unwashed and dank
Arrested minds the blue screen does enthrall

Their horticulture, growing docile strains
Indulge the twisted whims...

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Standing in the wings, on the periphery

of her cultivated world, inhibited only by

station and space, my head slowly spins

into her orbit, my eye lids twitter nervously,

my titillated ears vibrate, my hands tremble,

inner being disassembles, kneeling...

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He was turbulent, fearful, and a dipsomaniac. He was dead to the target, undeniable emulation of his father. So I've been told.

Equated with many of his uneducated and socially stigmatized peers, starting at an early...

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"Just take this chalk," (so went his talk, 
to servants sent before): 
"And do not balk. When you uncork 
good liquor, mark the door." 

This way, the churchman planned to pass, 
when pausing for a...

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She is
 sallow-skinned, salacious, seductive beauty,
  secure, safely sequestered in seclusion;
   sinking, shaking, shattered, submerged 
self-contained, self-centered in selfless solitude
 
she sleeps, 
 a slip of a slenderized, spindly silhouette 
 ...

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Summer’s warmth breezed upon the verdant hills
Quivering golden twilight’s zesty marigold appeal
Scintillating rustling leaves in resplendent prairies
While eventide’s glaring aura emulated your zeal
When leisurely you strolled on tranquil sandy beach
As sun’s amber beams glimmered your...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXIII

IF ever I had a country re-made by the Revolutionary
And if ever I were that Corsican Napoleon who appropriated the Apollonian sanctuary " gymnase " and the "...

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Within a whirlwind of change
The mouth of modernity passes
And we casually cast images
Of past protruding post-hate
We find ourselves fiddling
With harpoons to harken our
Wayward wise dominion of doubt
And plush positivity ponders
Upon the usual ubiquitous volumes
Of man...

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A Jim-Jam Mickey-Mouse Poem

I think that you might never see
A poem as weird as this might be
For I’ll use luscious words
That otherwise might sound absurd
This poem may turn out silly-sally
Or even a bit dillydally
In hindsight...

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Sometimes sun rays feel deliciously nutritious
in delightful ways upon my then titillated skin.
Sometimes early dawn’s ideal golden streaks
smolder atop the ocean in ways that awe me.
At those times, I flounder trying to unscramble
my power to...

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“hope floats from purple petals to ebony buds” 
- Silent One

In darkness, I dreamt in color,
with eyelids fluttering like butterflies.
I’d thought I’d see sunlight,
before I fell into a trance, but hope
tickled the air and the...

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One Last Night of Passion

Shimmering starlight reflects on his face,
in the throes of our final fervid embrace.
Each sensual caress weakens my defenses, 
and our frenzied kisses ignite my senses. 
Inhaling musky perfume of ardent fire,
hearts...

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Sunlight opened up my eyes to see through this false disguise.
“A ruse is no excuse for the abuse of the truth,”
He yells,
She cries.
Always lies, too dedicated to be complicated,
Always aggravated never titillated,
Who could ever understand?
Take...

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Just around the bend
Hopes to blithely blend
Libidos vigorously ascend
Seeking Lover's dividend

Below, town lights the solemnity doth amend
Above, translucent stars romance suspend
Precipice, a lofty adventure doth portend
Surrounding shadows with suspense contend

Steamy moonbeams brew a spicy cumin
Stardust...

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Craving admiration she displays herself for the entire see
Reeling in the sunshine shone towards her she continues the path to destruction
Petty compliments and pretty lies
So many jokers in their thin disguise
Lying in wait
Ready to pounce...

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I now acquiesce to this with you
May ours be that affaire-de-coeur
Where dubious turmoils never flow,
For you etherea ladyl,
Have fuzzled me enough that I subservient,
By hindsight should have surrendered long ago,
But hither and yon was my...

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Gentle vibes through extended fingers crest
Through your coiffed locks in playful jest
Your frivolous quotient to wryly test
In coy response, you addle your head on my vest
Against my sinewy contours, lubed lips are pressed
My titillated digits...

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Lives Had Been Jaded Horn Haiku

Was not highly related
Went to sleep while sedated
And was elated.

Me and my wife had mated
Wanted things procreated
And not ill-fated.

We both then contemplated
Also anticipated
After we dated.

Our love was decimated
As well as...

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She thrilled my senses
and titillated my heart
like a creature of nature.
Always moving, never still,
her ethereal presence
was surreptitious,
clever and lithe.
The penumbra, 
backlighting
a gossamer forest, 
expertly woven 
and imbricated
labyrinthine,
a vestigial empire
of silken threads.

A talisman was needed
but could...

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For some reason, I feel especially vindicated
Learning recently that I won’t be syndicated,
I know many of my dear family are titillated
Since they are of my readers most dedicated.
In my writings, over the years, I’ve indicated
That...

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