Long Unzipping Poems

It was the end of a long, hard day, made tolerable because the work was performed to benefit victims of the earthquake.

The other volunteers and I ate our bowl of soggy, undercooked rice and beans...

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The pre-dawn stillness was temporarily broken by the sound of crunching gravel as boots meet rock like an orchestra of timpani drums,  beating in unison as the wearers make their way to the iron...

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Ladies run for life 
see there's an 
outbreak like the 
flick, instead of 
coughs and 
monkeys there's 
outrageous 
flakyness,

that's brewed in 
towns amidst and 
all around so take a 
sip, some men just 
swear they're...

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No, I am not oppressed. 
What I am, is tired. I’m tired of all of the things that have happened in my lifetime. Tired of the things to come. Tired of the pain.
If you want...

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CAMERA LAND                               
We are all...

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Word Sonata in B Flat (in 5 Movements)

You know exactly what you’re doing.
You sit in that short red skirt, and 
Cross your shiny tan legs, there. Now you
Lean over with full cleavage exposed,
And partake in...

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Spring resume summers day with many choices,
In the reunion of all seasons the nectar entwined,
Sunshine to scream out excitement in our voices,
Find outside no place to hide chimes of our mind.
 
Dare we stray towards...

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Sorting through old pictures kept in weathered leather albums
I am sorting through the questions, that are tethered in my head

If time is truly relative, (as often we have heard)...
    then,...what defines this...

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EARTH and WATER luckier than me
Caressing beauty which is mirage to me 

EARTH holding curvaceous body with passion
WATER doubling beauty through reflection 

WIND gently unzipping silky hair to seduce   
Unleashed fragrance zipping me...

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The morning sun had not yet cut the forest
into shadow and light, and the gray mist of the coming
day fell from the autumn sky.
 
The creeping fog added its damp prospective  
to the Trees....

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Too tempting, unzipping ditties
Now, like a minute of silence
In a room of friendly ladies
My finger gropes the evidence

The zip plays imagination
For I can go up or go down
With a smile for my permission
Since in silence...

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The Priest talked of your tragic passing
I was unzipping your dress, watching it gracefully fall to the floor
You would be sorely missed
The back of your neck was warm and your nipples came alive
We sang a...

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Our engagement was our first date.
He knew I was shy and would turn away.
Therefore, he told me not to be afraid.
He knew I liked his physique.
We would continue this relationship as soul mates.

Longevity this became.
So...

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At last, metro’s traffic comes to a halt…
the quarter moon peeps between hilltops
as a  lingering  gladness warms my flesh—
half steady, half shimmering
when early evening’s air 
 prances  like fine  gauze, shedding...

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Neon vodka splashes into plastic cups.
Booze-hounds doze
over imaginary throbbing bikes,
their noses tucked into studded chests.

A thick thighed woman whoops
and cusses for no apparent reason,
adjusts her rocking bar-stool,
squirms while cajoling with a low-cut.

“Give her a long...

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For my skin - hidden blood
Abandons neighbouring feeding forest
Dumping the nearby, friendly gutter

After a heavy washing flood
Hijacks long sleep and short rest
Forcing us to malevolent curses utter

With all manner of men getting into trouble
Who attack...

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THE BROKENNESS OF CHRIST

evil salivates
at the brokenness of Christ
unzipping of flesh

a lowly mock crown
the nettles dig in and sting
blood like tears forgive

holes punched into palms
surreal Roman nails impale
perpetuity

worn down and lifeless
his body lowered to ground
the...

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Look up to a sky full of stars
akin to sparkling diamonds.
And watch a gold doubloon moon climb
high amidst a starlit background.

Not a sound, just you and your thoughts, 
all worldly distractions vanish.
And critiquing God's handiwork
your...

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They call it the Sunday Scaries
They call it the Bubble Visualisation Exercise 

I felt the polished wood of my table 
The softness of my son's hair

My pencil snapped when I started my Gratitude Journal
Turn to...

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This red box may hold all
Or once opened the whole world might fall
This red box is calling me 
No words, sounds, movements yet my curiosity rises increasingly
Sitting, deep thoughts of what contents it may hold...

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