Short Convulse Poems

When desires meet and emotions convulse
Fixation unties that inner impulse....

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cherry bombs convulse
their fuse burns painfully fast
lesson learned, no thumb...

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When desires meet and emotions convulse
Fixation unties that inner impulse.

An American doublet...

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LOVE ENTERS THROUGH THE EYES- as an American Doublet
When desires meet and emotions convulse
Fixation unties that inner impulse....

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the
clatter
  and motion
and challenges,
awaken
   the impulse
to react;
    the interuptions
    convulse
    brow-beat
    the status-quo
to invite
a response...

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ACROSTIC 
Ambition was not mine 
Captivity whence and calms the mind 
Ranging fire burn alight 
Over the dark blue sky at night 
Shadows rise big surprise 
The tender kind 
In vain sacrifice 
Convulse converse rage outbursts .....

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Release
He tortured her
Relentless with his hands
Delicious motion pleasuring
Eyes close in pre-orgasmic ecstasy
Head back as fingers play with crimson bud
Heavy erotic waves
Convulse and bring
Release



© Kim van Breda- 22 October 2014...

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I start to sweat
And a tickle in my throat
Causes me to convulse
I hold it in, hoping
To avoid the attack
But I fail fully
And I cough,
My heart landing on the table
Before my eager eyes
It prolongs its pulse,
Hopping off the counter,
Into your hands...

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WINTER ARCHITECTURES


Clouds convulse, cold feathers fall:

dressing green globes with white gowns,

frosting brown houses like cakes--

snow architectures.
___________________________________
2:42 pm, November 10, 2015...

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Floral fragrance
Fizzes
Nasal nostalgia
Nuzzles
Pristine passion
Persuades 
Testing 
Tempting 
Lips-lust 
Lingers
Hypnotized heart
Heaves
Cosmos
Countermands
First time?
Full-tilt fast-time?
Kissing
Kindling
Cardiovessels
Convulse
Hedonism 
Haunts
Hearts 
Harmonize
...

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Behind thine eyes there hides in thy mind,
A pine-shaped thing that sits atop the spine.
Glowing in the evening like a worm or firefly,
It grows in the dark, yet it shrivels in the night.
Feel upon the fore of your head the pounding pulse,
Of its beat with the heart, both contract and convulse....

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I'm fond of the canary
   and its singing,
   of the lark the
   charm in
   purest emotion ...
   When I hear the chime
   I convulse and flow,
   I move outside and inside ...
   I admire the tuning
   of well-toned corals,
   the classics well conducted.
   I feel the flow of sensation
   when the music starts ...
   I appreciate touching music
   that makes the heart vibrate ...!...

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(thud thud) (thud thud) (thudthud ..... thud)
my mind is dirty and covered in mud
eyes so red theyre pouring blood
no bandaids, i just bleed
my hands convulse and rage fills me
heart beating erradically
everyones so mad at me
and you keep sayin things so dramatically 
dissin everyone that ever loved me
callin me ugly
im just walkin and you like to nudge me
well now its your turn, im standing here and im not budging...

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Relief

She takes to bed,
winds round his
erstwhile ardent pillow

cooled now by the
meter of cruelty’s clock;
sheets spoilt by life’s air;

she recalls the scent
of him, the pre-washed
grime of his shirt.

Yearning wrings convulse;
fill eyes beneath 
quivering lids.

Coax her, blessèd
breeze;  take her to the 
limbo of pain

where slumber’s analgesic 
can soothe the emery
of remembering. 

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
May 15, 2012...

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I breath
My breathes
Floating
In front of me
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind

I convulse
My convulsions
Shaking
My core
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind

I babble
My babbles
Confusing
All humanity
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind

I shutter
My shutters
Breaking me
Inside out
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind

I know
My knowing
Helps me
See you clearly
And you
Don't know
You'll never
Know...

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Dull reflections in a vibrating shallow,
vibrant greens glow against neutral grey.
I find shelter to feign calm stillness,
the trees roar their dissent.
“come to me prophesies, come all foreboding, come
sprits and visions.”
Yet the mused well-spring is hollow,
a confused pubescent male in the Rites of May.
Branches convulse and mutter, roots in silence. 
The May Pole is entwined with the serpent.
Water in, Blood out, comes all life from
fissures and incisions....

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