Short Linkage Poems
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when paired
pilot whales
choose one mate for life
a monogamous linkage
survivors will beach themselves when their mate dies
Matrimony
Homage
Linkage
Marriage
Passage
Respecting loves, homage, linkage, grows.
Honor those rings, marriage passage glows.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 16, 2010
Poetic form: Tyburn
i was always a batter
in middle-age, i've become a bowler
to my son, who is now a batter
and i find myself being forced to bowl
in this adults-only cricket match
and for the first time,
i am walking back past the umpire
we exchange words
smiles
titters
and this understanding and linkage is new to me.
i feel absolute joy
Brilliant attribute absent in the linkage
One is the passage way- a burning sexual drive
Younger and better is the Lad’s nature and affection.
Totally weightless is her relevance on the affair
On this exotic intimacy is a boy and his mama’s mate
Yet all are satisfied as the spoil of pleasure is well shared.
A bud cradled within two leaves,
design of trinity sublime.
The proud plant tenderly conceives
pristine picture of pleasure prime.
Design of trinity sublime,
flower between two leaves is gay,
passion of plant set for display.
The proud plant tenderly conceives
kinship motif crafted deftly,
enjoys fervent rapture freely.
Pristine picture of pleasure prime,
in tied two hearts desire awaits
joyous linkage, a child creates.
An awe of cavernous heartbeats
turned her features equine.
Listening to wind-hollowed chests,
she heard the shape of her life,
the blowing of tubular organs
elongating her face,
into sculptured snorts.
I liked her snagged toothiness.
the linkage of her broad scapulars,
deeply tooled and studded,
a back ready to be saddled by labor,
hitched to days of hay and manure.
When she laughed, hooves stomped
into green rubber
a ponytail swinging from her grey mane.
An awe of cavernous heartbeats
turned her features equine.
Listening to wind-hollowed chests,
she heard the shape of her life,
the blowing of tubular organs
elongating her face,
into sculptured snorts.
I liked her snagged toothiness.
the linkage of her broad scapulars,
deeply tooled and studded,
a back ready to be saddled by labor,
hitched to days of hay and manure.
When she laughed, hooves stomped
into green rubber
a ponytail swinging from her grey mane.