Mingling Poems - Poems about Mingling

Everybody cooks at their own time and temperature. Your journey is for you, mine, uniquely, for me. We are not 'sameness-evolved' meant to be. We all grow our spirits separately, so, too, our emotions and philosophies. Uniqueness serves our soul’s artistry. Some of us are new souls, others advanced. Earth-mingling our unique is not circumstance. If manifesting divine potential were a tangible, it would...

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See this young lovely chick That set out man's raging prick Not ready to use her lips Get to lose his golden zip Without the damsel on bed His dream eyes go red And if he is to confess He wanna make you a mistress But she do think of herself a wife Who won't on him use...

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Mesmerizing magnetism, mere mingling perfection; melodic, magical murmurs melt like molten sweet confection. Pleasing, playful, palpable perfection in pure pleasures; teasing, tasting, tantalizing... thrilling, tangible treasures. Delectably delightful, deliriously drenched desire; effectual expression electrifyingly fuels the fire. Fidgety, frolicking fingers flee to frame affection’s face; feverous fascination fused with everlasting grace. xoxoxoxox 12/18/19 For Kissing Contest Poetry Contest Sponsored by Bobby May...

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The cloud of suspense was becoming compact The mood was tense to ensure most impact A baffling mystery had to be cracked A sordid crime they needed to re-enact It was the end of the second act Moments before the entr’acte We stretched went out and snacked I powdered my nose with my compact Nodded to each other matter-of-fact...

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unconventional mingling which deviated from the norm created atypical interactions in which the uncharacteristic irregularity became normal standard even within the land of relationships past...

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What is the difference between a digger, a forklift truck, a spoon, and a toaster? None. Bread slices can be carried by forklifts and bread can be dug by a digger particularly if ground. The toaster itself is a very useful object indeed. Springing up pieces of warm bread. Giggling. And the heavy-duty bin liners...

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A worm blew a hole in a basin but no froth came. The froth had gone outside and was playing swimming games with the pieces of straw. No remarkable remainders of a barely bitten straw could ever rot the haze of a burnt field. So often misjudged and misinformed is neither a mystic nor a...

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The anti anatomy of an anarchist is neither an amateur nor an animation. But wheeling a whirring wind is a window wiper moving at over sixty inches per second. Secondary to circumference is a dough dome roaring. Roaring is to be measured in octave which adjusts the time in a darting sound wave frequency pattern....

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As Mother Nature strolls across her lands, Remembering the pusywillows there. Bedecked with ferns and roses in her hands. She visits them while deeply breathing air. Their unique scent infusion; she commands. Those puffs of silky gray on branches bear A sign to all that warmer days are near. That springtime floras, rosebuds, shall appear. © February 29, 2012 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Written for...

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