Short Classically Poems

Tan Taigi & Kyotai
Yahantei haikuist oh me oh my
sat at jthe feet of Buson school
classically elegant & so cool...

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Diggety Duggety
Emiline Richardson
Studied the Etruscans
Classically

Votive bronze objects, all
Archaeological:
What I dug up on her
Posthumously
...

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Singer,songwrter and piano man
We,fifties teens remain a fan,
Classically trained,a musical chameleon-
Oh Carol,hungry years, took him to Amarillo
But never,solitaire,this brillant Brooklyn fellow.

Tribute to Neil Sedaka ,71  years young this year...

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Bad blood.

Yes, that's the substance

That appears to be touring amongst us

Stains of a silent vendetta

Howling against my cranium

Classically, such a rhythm dances

With a carelessly, continuous tune

Am I but an indefinite design

In this fearsome game?...

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Snowman stands in all his splendor
Perfectly made of three snow globes 
Proud of his coal eyes and carrot nose
Large colored marbles for mouth and smile
Hardy twigs at his side for arms
Glancing down he’s quite content
He was made anatomically correct
Classically covered by a large fig leaf...

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Soft line,
you are timeless lyrics; 
Beats and verse intertwine;  
Every line simply licks, 
classically so fine;  

Work me,
feeling with the wrong words;
Memorized and gritty 
I know all of your chords, 
class with a splash dirty; 

I slur 
with your elevation;
You simply leave a blur;
Misinterpretation 
I’ll always remember....

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I shall pay her lovely money.Irresistable is she impossible for me to be mr nice.She can be as sweet as honey.She brings out the beast in me pure lust.This lady has incredible magnetism and power.Feeling her pleasure,excitement and her anger is a must.So extremely intelligent and classically beautiful is she I start to sweat and need to shower....

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Like the alarming abandon
          & disarray of Jackson Pollack,
    equally beguiling disciplined
       skills as in classically baroque 
         airs of Antonio Vivaldi,
   'midst the wonderment and 
          wanderlust of a child,
      I'm awe inspired & unfurled betwixt
          your captivating demeanor...

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Classically gray day
pre Spring trees
cast in silouhette.
Sitting in shadow
side by side
behind the wall,
one of them
puts right
hand above left
knee of the other,
slides palm slowly up.
Heartbeats. Ticktock breath.
Feels flesh soften,
moisten, smooth.
One looks ahead.
The other eyes over,
downward. A parting of thighs.
Future waits.
Mysteries near solving....

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Poetry pace are not blind
Nor are they cripple.
Like sediment, they have origins
From verbitims, beyond and multiple.

Poetic vibes are not spooks
Therefore, their words are hardly lose.
Their notions aren't pickings
And so their lines aren't loose.

For their being is like Rome
So classically inspires by circumstances,
Utterances amid many waggle nature.
These burdens are bodies and substances....

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I portrayed the knave of hearts again,
A role it would seem I was made for.
I ventured off script and silenced my critics
By drinking them under the table.

Classically trained in the tavern arts,
I’m a boozy, bibulous sot.
A virtuoso of chugging a tankard,
A maestro of downing a shot.

I've been typecast as a barfly.
It's the same old morality play.
I’ll adlib my lines to upstage the lead,
And be star of this grim cabaret....

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