Short Earlobes Poems

People are the weirdest animals on the globe
This may come as no great surprise especially if I disrobe
My Adonis-like body
Ain't not too shoddy
Won world-wide acclaim for my muscular earlobes...

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Such clutter in my mind by the end of the day
  I want it all to just go away...
  
  The violence ringing out around the globe
  The screams and the shouts in my earlobes...

    ~ Time for a dip in a shower, cool as Norway......

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World is too noisy.

Screeh! I have to pass near screams of machines,
How my earlobes shrink in fear,
They do not have mercy.


P-S,, A kimo is a three line poem with 10,7,6 syllables


Contest-Noise.
Sponsor-Shadow Hamilton.
13/3/2017...

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Hands soothe shoulders and the neck
Warm soft lips at your earlobes peck
Taste the fragrance of the skin
Oh those burning fireS deep within
And down the spine the fingers run
In come the kids and spoil the fun

Not all stories have an happy ending...

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tiny diamonds, 
like two tamed supernovae, 
in earlobes; a shiny 
forehead which would do 
to powder; Sylvia Plath
bookmarked with my love letter

31.o8.2019
Writing Challenge 3, August 2019 - Six Lines
Sponsor, Dear Heart- Wiishkobi Ode
Syllables Per Line:	5 7 7 5 7 7...

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Breathless she whispered her promise
   over the ocean's whippoorwill wave
Eager for word did he hearken
   suppressed beneath work-a-day's grave

Closer she drew to strained earlobes
   alluring, affection's tone's shape
Ecstatic their impassioned revelry
   in dawn's light arm-in-arm draped...

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One long ray of sunlight
gleans down on the back porch
and rests in the eyes of gardenias.

The day is dying
piece by piece
until the light absorbs itself
behind the purple horizon.

The white hooded milk of the moon
is sneaking in like dandelions sprinkling
the yard mustard yellow.

Crickets are playing their shrill violins-
the symphony glides on tender earlobes
and appears to never rest....

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One long ray of sunlight
gleams down
on the back porch and
rests in the eyes
of gardenias.

The day is dying
piece by piece
until the light 
absorbs itself
behind the purple horizon.

The white hooded milk
of the moon is sneaking in
like dandelions
sprinkling the yard
mustard yellow.

Crickets are playing their
shrill violins - the symphony
glides on tender earlobes and
appears to never rest....

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How many places on a person’s skin
can people find to place a pin?
Another tattoo, “woman on pole,”
colorful inks next to pinhole;
tongues a-pierced and skin a-flayed,
one’s body now a creative arcade.
Earlobes stretched to amazing size,
though I wonder, “Is that wise?”
There’s scenes of beauty, I will admit,
but some don’t know just when to quit.
So when friends suggest I get one done,
I turn around and quickly run....

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Would that I had a bracelet of starlight 'round my wrist.
A matching ring upon my hand, my earlobes starlight kissed.

I wish I had a neck chain of moonbeams 'round my neck,
To wear with robes of gossamer and be so fine bedecked;

But if I had such finery it wouldn't be so special.
I wouldn't value it so much if they were on my level;

But every night I'm bathed in them, the jewels of the night.
I bask in silver radiance as I walk beneath their light....

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