Marriage Power Poems

Aaah my love let your lacey 
Lingerie Linger  lastly slipping 
Below your womanly waist with
Wanting me to erase your
Longing gaze. I love that look!
Like...

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The real woman cries for flower.
A handed one makes her tower.
The much uplifted that hour!
Giver has but lent her power;
Just nothing would the day sour.

A...

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Love is a fickle thing
When your needs aren’t met.
Straying is an option,
But not for the faithful.
They believe in the words once spoken.
Deep roots embedded for...

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"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words,
after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost,
something as necessary as...

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Essence blend never before encountered
    Requests he bury his nose in her blouse
    Eloquent outrage smoothly surmounted
  ...

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breakers dissipate each vexing grain of sand -
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Let me tell you about a man
Who wasn't just passing through
He arrived on scene with a plan
Who planted a seed and love grew

He says he...

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Initial days after marriage
They were the worst days of my life

Everyone shouted and criticised me. 
Daily I would cry
I felt I didn't deserve to live.
I...

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Escaping from the wintry plight 
Fearless knight 
Having golden locks 
With a physique like a rock 
Walked up and down the mountainous block 
In the...

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From whence springs
eighteenth century wellsprings
of democratizing
healthy cooperative identity?

In that urgent time's revolutionary uniting States
too soon to celebrate
Independence Day
again
and patriarchally
again
and military-industrially
again
and corporately sponsored LeftBrain academically
again

Caught,
and soon...

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Married into esteem, wet blood of rubies
Eighty one ladybugs jitter over decoletage
Prince winks at my wonderment, approving
Twinkle pink flashes, silk rhubarb mirage

His newest attainment suitably...

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Lighter is its economy, floats slower than a feather,
wasting resources, capable of becoming marketable leather,
pollutes the air for citizens to suffer bad weather,
expecting Yams from...

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Blunderful
The man was addicted to sex
Lust drove him to do his actions
Each one more intense than the last
Like water incessantly flowing
Washing against the dam wall
Till...

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The Fashion Zebra

I am a flake. 
That is the term for people that do not follow through. 
It may not be fair. I have spent...

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The New Preacher, 
“Hear My Words”

Are you listening. 
I am saying things very clearly. 
You need to keep trying. 
Are you talking to me?
Am I...

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