Girl Senses Poems

There was a lady in her late thirties

She loved juicy gossip and kitty parties

Kids were two, an older boy and a younger girl

Naughty devils but...

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Every six turns of the moon
A journey to the girl I take.
I leave behind my safe cocoon
Into the noise and into the fake.

The pungent smell...

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Yogi. Arts
Aesthetics

There were
 Times such
  Disciplined
  One trained 
  Disciples to
 Ever Desist
Temptation 
Gold & Girl
Lust & Love
Men trained
To overcome
 Carnal quests
...

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Photograph 3: Rain

Dancing in the rain
umbrellas twirl, not a care
Chilly rain dampened hair
Clothes cling suggestively to the skin
Under dark skies, lightning flickers
Flashes, distant rumbling echo

Dancing...

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ROCKING
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Perhaps near you, too?  Or
You may have a memory 
Of a one separate soul
To the side —
Young and staring ahead,
  Or an elderly...

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*Image of San Francisco Street Neighborhood by Pixabay.

A Superb Forenoon
This superb forenoon down the avenue,
flower gardens, mostly lawns, up this part.
There's Sammy and Tammy, "How...

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Whence misty eye's are in the 
shortest of supply on tepid day's

Pop the cork on that vintage
finest magnum brut champagne
you we're saving for a special
occasion

And...

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Yes!  I am that girl...
The girl that's on fire!
I was born under the sun..
I whisper the moons desire.

Osculating with emotions..
Balance is hard to find.
As...

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Suns rise like small reefs.
Why does the girl wave?

God, endurance!
The old whale swiftly leads the captain.
Where is the sunny wave?

All clouds lead clear, small seas.
The...

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Where did the paths take you,                   ...

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Crazy Sensible Love

I agree, a person without a story, and ??
I disagree, a person without a love story.

When I was young and cherished, I loved...

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I know her by her smell.
Apple cider.
I never thought that something 
I’ve never had can smell so good
That I can taste it.

Her scent 
Radiates through...

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I was raised in one of those white nationalist churches,
passing itself off as a Christian evangelical Bible church,
where "evangelical" meant fundamental
and "fundamental" meant we did...

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Is this my peace
I ask myself?
With one ear I hear the breeze 
Rustling through the leaves
Of the majestic arbutus trees. 
With the other I hear
The...

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rural sewage, twister tunnel runs
like water damaged dust and rat
feces soaking the lawn down to 
a dog in the ground a town over
rusted tin and...

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