Long Wettest Poems

As a burgundy mane of curls envelops her fair complexion, 
Arturo whisks her up in his arms seductively...playfully 
He is not just a beast but a sensitive lover to her 
complex and intimate needs..she longs...

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Worse Than Christine

I am a glutton for punishment, as you shall soon see,
I had an Austin Healey Sprite, or more rightly, it had Me!

Had I looked up the name in Webster’s, I would have known,...

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It's rather dark and bleak in here
and I think I've worked out why;
We've nothing left to talk about -
the conversation has run dry.

We can be quite a jolly bunch
full of rhymes and rhetoric
But time ticks...

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Although I am a queer white Queen
let me reassure you
I can be just as mean
or as green,
Mr. Clean,
as any fascist
conjured in your wildest
wettest dream.

I can kick my ruby RightWing heels
and hold my greenly skanky breath
as...

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African, Dutch, Aruba deep sea blue eyes, ebony skin, a beautiful winter snow brite smile, feet of pearls covered in oyster meat, walking miles across cotton soft crocodile tile,  legs of dark golden giraffe...

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If your mindset isn't producing the wettest type of wet, you've forgotten how to dream. How to fall asleep in one state and arise in a realm of possibilities you never thought attainable. 

No matter...

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It’s true, the afternoon is young;
I’ll make a bet:
Before the sun has set,
Strawberries will have sprung
From underneath your tongue.

Delectable, yes, tres delish
You won’t forget: 
Exceeded, not just met,
Beyond your wildest wish,
A creamy berry dish.

The finest,...

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Our Love

My heart starts aching late at night,
When I start dreaming of you.
Remembering all the memories of light,
All the good times and the bad with the feelings due.
I'm crying every night,
Because of all we lost.
I...

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Paint never would smile at Turpentine
And I tell you The Serpentine
Wouldn’t at The Truest Valentine
“Hither I Come!” from Far- Off Turpentine
In Paint’s eardrums, A Monstrous Frankenstein
And-trust me- to The Serpentine
The love avowals of The Dove-Like...

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There were slimy spotted frogs jumping out of the oaks, 
Slickest yellow raincoats worn by the bravest of folks.
And giraffes trying to hide in the daisy flowers.
While we were saturated with April showers.

There were earthworms...

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An Ancient Poet's Muse, Just A Playing

Snow outside, was whitest white, so I wrote
Cream and butter, sisters on fine tables.
Sang I, out of tune, nobody took note
Now sure, there are true heroes in fables.

Rain outside,...

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i am way too hyped to think
i see it and i am entranced
it is not an infomercial
it is not an advertisement
it is not even the wettest of dreams
it is the real thing....right in front of...

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Anew- 
The Creature emerged itself 
out of the blankest, wettest wasteland
and stared.
It's empty glazed eyes gazed upward
- Not prepared - 
It's eyes became filled. 

So outward and out further,
the Sky began to scream. 
Telling stories...

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Wettest dewdrop hangs soundless on the edge
Of flashy, cheerful orange red lily
Mirroring emerald green foliage
Balanced close by, aimless, o’er the beauty

Dew drenched pea green shrubbery is carefree
With bright and showy blooms seen everywhere
Bold blue purple...

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March was the merriment of an English high summer as
                     
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2 lips kissed then froze, the heat of passion unfroze this pose, love chose to impregnate our spirits to give birth 2 our souls, your breast I tenderly squeeze, your clitoris arose, I gently penetrated...

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Rare grandness and extravagant appeal,
Chrysiridia Rhipheus ideal,
classified initially as a moth,
butterfly reborn as man of the cloth,
females, too, together metamorphized
Papilionidae catergorized
found on the island east of Africa,
one of the world's largest, Madagascar,
on its wettest, forestry,...

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The sound of a cow peeing
is the wettest sound, let go

like a bucket slush on a barn slab
or so my grandfather used to

say. When my son comes home
I hear his fire hose upstairs

and remember how...

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Rain beating down
covering everything it touches
in a liquid molten way
rivulets of the liquid stuff
weave their way
down the hill
pooling
at the bottom
creating a pond in which children can play

Rain plus sunshine
a life giving pair
showers the foliage and...

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You left me at the bottom
Drowning in my tears
I cried a sea of tears
Tears for all the pain
Some for all thats passed
Others for the future
But the wettest tears of all
The tears not cried for me
But...

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