Long Whet your appetite Poems

Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine ego quest for affaire d’amour;
her night-loving body 
c h a...

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a collaborative work with Alfred Vassalo


The Stars sparkled in her eyes
As light interlaced with her shadow
Causing her to question her senses
Even though she closed her eyes
light continued to seep out

Her brilliance, competed with the sun...

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Whatever rules they make up now in twenty-twenty-one
‘Little’ Frankie tells his dad I need to have some fun
His dad said how about a pet, I’ve just embalmed a pup
But Frankie moaned I’m sorry but I...

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A sizzling hot pancake metropolis
   Kingsize of all market places,
   Every mystery is salable 
   The wind and shadows move and speeds transaction times;
   And the delicious...

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Place parsed pennies, purposely upon pretty porcelain palms.
The wanderer, restrained her raised ranting wrists!
She fell to her Humpty Dumpty position,
unable to ever be put back together again...
Each of us witnessed her fall,
yet we failed to...

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THE MONSTER

                                by Frank...

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He lay upon her bed, his slender face
supported by one palm that cupped his chin.
His other hand turned pages in a book.
He’d come there to escape the downstairs’ din,
for only in her room could he...

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Advance and dance towards destiny
Galumph
Defy the lie and cry of scrutiny
Triumph 

Over hurdles seen and unseen
Drive and dive to arrive
At the intersection where a queen
Awaits your appearance as you strive

To breach odds stacked against success
Meant...

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The Foxy Escort With Her Date


He drank his wine, 

savoring it just fine.

His spirits a lift

now he opened his gift

Out jumped a foxy dame

ready for his game

Are you ready for bondage

my little young hostage

Ties and...

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oh to live a life
beneath your full potential
to know there is so much more
you could have done
said
more that you could have bled
to give others life
oh, the inner strife

mediocrity does not bode well
it's a living, burning...

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An early morning appetiser to help breakfast go down better. TC

This just to whet your appetite

As A Fly Does
 
What would it be like to be a Fly?  
Buzzing around wondering why
Flitting from lampshade...

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My country formed in violent revolution over the taxation,
Of sugar, tea, and stamps from mother England.

My country enslaved with a narrow vision of traditionalism,
Drowning in the sea of religious fanaticism.

You should come in July when...

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The etiquette of the night stands by the curtain with contentment

Picture of crawling crickets hectic body of voters colored

The darkness of imagination manipulates to dark our constitution to 
constituency zone

The constant condemnation is an umbrella...

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Crudités, fresh, piled high and swaggering
From the market, bought this evening.
Thrusting carrots, earth still clinging,
Crisp cos, perky peppers, piquant roquette,
Rude red radishes, cucumber firm,
All in cool clear water washed,
Droplets sparkling on their surface.
Want to dip...

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Here, on the isle of plantains and regrets
the saplings were left in mocha soil.

Four silver stalks, grafted in lime,
upright in slippery shadows of coconut palms.

Brass insignia rings left intact at the base of each plant
along...

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Beyond the Black Fence
By Sy Roth

The land lay fallow 
Beyond the black fence.
Growth once dressed in a white blanket of hoar in winter landscapes 
Lush in summer months
Deer speckled backdrop 
Munched all day behind a...

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Everyone should read my poems,
my writing is diverse.
Somewhere in my thousand writes,
you'll discover your own verse.	

I'll be happy, then be sad,
sometimes I'm funny, too.
There's a write for everyone
if you just go in and view.

Want to...

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City lights lure souls streaming by,
giving steel and brick a fresh face.
For only the young can supply
the mortar that holds dreams in place.

Busy roads form a maze of streets,
where winos claim the parks as theirs.
And...

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I could hit a golf ball
Or drink on a pub crawl.
I could watch the champions play
But there are better things to do today
I could be with you.

I could be party fellow.
At a lively disco.
I could...

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Lunchtime
And to quell my hunger
Searching cupboards for an appetizing treat
Tins of soup lined up like soldiers
Into battle – no retreat

Labels there to whet my appetite
Lobster Bisque and Pea and Ham
Though nothing really does the trick
A...

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