Short Cloying Poems

my tan fantasy 
melting cool but not cloying
sugar surrounds me...

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All of me…wisps of smoke and fog
Can’t be contained or held for long
Choking and cloying…a bad place to hide
Mysterious to everyone, including myself
Without substance yet so heavy
Destined to blow away....

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Hot and mean as fire
syrupy sweet gardenia
morphed right before me

a known creative
(we can be so lost at times)
still burn ya, even dried

cloying smothering
gardenia still once 
withered faded brown...

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Sweet lips smiling at mine. Blue, blue eyes beaming, Deeper than the sea. Falling far past the mortal into your love. Love pulling, tearing me away within to its hale hold. Making me ever so feeble, for you too persuade cloying tales....

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Acute.
Cloying.
Ulcerated.
Trying.
Enduring.

Pinging.
Aching.
Icarus
Night.


(Perhaps this should be titled something like: "When Love Goes Wrong" or something.  - Inspired by pre-root canal up 
all night pain from a few week's back)...

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Erato’s Liar

Oh Geez,
Not yet another,
Oh Please,
That song’s been sung ad infinitum ad adnaseum,
Love Poems smother,

ME! With cloying sickly sweet annoying
Toying with
My mind
Please muse,
Send me… You Send Me
A spirit of another kind....

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Confection caught between your teeth,
I wasn't good enough to eat.
  You Spat me out after the taste,
was cloying to you and debased.
  While I, there on the eaten side,
gave up my heart and soul and pride.
  Tasted ,Wasted,and Defiled..........
What kind of beast consumes a child?...

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Little Nan in kindergarten
Has learned to say, “I beg your pardon”,
“Excuse me”, “thank you” and “if you please”,
And other phrases such as these.
When home she hugs her little brother
And is a helper for her mother.
She is so sweet that it is cloying
And others find her quite annoying....

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Depriving myself a chance to transcend,
Mistaken identity became my dead end.
Spirals and circles rule my dizzying affliction,
Perceptibility turned science fiction.
culled by cloying seduction and radiant deception,
Cognizant while electing to alter my rality and skew a convincing perception....

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We've all seen it
their cloying intensity
to the new cause:
tobacco cessation,
gluten-free digestion,
mindful rumination,
deep cleanse elimination,
erotic poetry,
for the lucky
erotic reality,
alcohol abstinence,
Yahweh's deliverance.
And we can only
smile and nod
knowing
this too will pass....

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The cloying sangria
of freesias
invades the screen.
Amber bees whine
in wastrel air
like breezeless fans.
My shirt 
is porcelain skin.
I dangle one metronome leg
off the arm
of a wicker chair
on the porch
as icebox rivulets
trickle down my sides.
In a far corner
dead flowers 
curl
in a glass vase....

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Love is indescribable 
said one person to anothe'

its fingerprint original
unique, yet understandable

no cloying sentiments
no mal-worded melodrama

perhaps upturning a hand
to fill its palm with whispers

maybe an echo of 'love you'
sighed by a smiling heart

Love is indescribable
said this person to another...

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(for Chris Okigbo)


Briefly …
She makes a watery presence:

Singing
Before our oil-bean;

Clotting in departures:
Cloying with the shrine!

Singing
Worshippers have come;

We have come,
Singing but in sudden tears;

The goddess and her priest,
They have twinkled from the shrine:

Wiping their foot-prints
From Heaven’s Gate!...

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Faint and fading
Dull and dimming

Smiles are pale          
Cloying indulgence had gone stale

Photographs are like sick streets
On the window pane where mist sits

Sometimes all the colors come off together
The vibrant sun can’t be captured even in the blur

Sometimes we are trees needing a cup of rain
Sometimes love is hungry without the pain...

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I broke something precious;
smashed Ming against the door;
trampled on shards of shattered vow;
unnerved, I ask to go.

Release me from your want,
from cloying, needful coils;
let me run against the current;
please, I ask to go.

This guilt will not contain me;
still your tears will stain my heart;
I loved you once for kindness;
killed with such, I ask to go....

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I tend to whine
it's a dark gift
passed down through many generations
I am the culmination
the absolute sheer perfection
of whining

See, I whine EFFECTIVELY
I actually accomplish things
or get others to accomplish my things
simply by whining

not to be confused with browbeating
or nagging
that is just so...
welfare 

Ok, so I can maybe be annoying
or cloying
that is so...
Well fair...

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The gypsy moth’s nest 
clung like cotton candy, spun sugar;
wet and weighty to the pendulous boughs,
of white birch and maple
a deadly adornment shrouding the forest
in an air of decay.

A miasma of atmosphere
Muffled the morn;
dampening the resolve
mystifying the mundane
multiplying the cloying scent
of fallen leafs;
solidifying the webs of moth and man
unifying the monochrome scene....

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Tiredness has me enveloped,
Wrapped in the arms of its misery.
Though darkness long since fled coming of day
My eyes cannot open to see.
Trapped- this body,imprisoned by its hold,
The cloying embrace that won’t let me be.
I can only respond to beckoning sleep
As in sweet oblivion she cradles me.





I’m sure anyone facing ongoing illness will be able to identify with this.I wish you all strength and hope. June x...

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In my cocoon
I am safe
Here, it is warm, dark,
Quiet.

But the darkness suffocates.
The quiet of my world
Becomes a tormenting din,
The warmth, cloying.

Untested wings beat against
The walls of my prison.
Eager to escape captivity,
Longing to let light
Pierce the murkiness.
It is time to crawl out
And feel the sun!

Boldly, my proud wings open
As I take flight and reach my potential.
A kaleidoscope of colors
Glinting against the brilliant blue sky,
I am a butterfly....

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Surreal beauty fit to fly.
Pearly teeth, oozing lies.

Dark mane casts ethereal frame.
Deep blue views of sinister flames.

Transient bodice, eager flight.
Others upon, she bestows the sight.

Lying beauty unadorned.
Dark addiction, newly horned.

Gentle hand, cloying chest.
Upon hole, within loss rest.

Flaying flesh from bone.
A dying wish of an inherent crone.

Hole, which inner heart was bore.
Afore gaucherie did so gore.
Lying inert and naked on the floor.


-Any comments are appreciated....

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