Short Fleshing Poems

Light in the darkness;
Orange blossoms hearld new fruits.
They ride the wafting winds.

A fruit tree gives birth
Fleshing out its little ones;
Orchards of newborns.

Colored baubles hand
On arms reaching for sunlight;
Bountiful harvest!

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so the poem goes
along the nose
a proboscis bridging
along the ridge in
alphabets of aromas
mouthing wordy stomas
with stanza's scents
to write recompense
right between the eyes
seeing to a surprise
fleshing cheeky meter
poetic phrasing sweeter
'til lobed on ear and
lips whispered near in
recognizing expressions
facially i reckon

© Goode Guy 2012-01-25...

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A thousand years ago
on a sorrel hill,
arms became wings.

We dream of the room,
the belt's snake sting
given for wrongs we have done.

Now we rise in dreams
to things never expected,
pluck the opalescent shell
of locust
from rain soaked oak.

There is no original sin.

We take the punishment
as our last: arms, legs,
torsos growing by the day--
summer's cool culvert
darkening our tongues,
fleshing a nakedness,
a first breast
appaloosaed in sun....

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