Short Overmuch Poems

A by-the-whim jaunt, chance 
journey – overmuch, unplanned, 
halfwitted? – spontaneous electrifying 
possibilities overblossoming ultrathundering
magnabravissimos!...

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Sunbeam skies be too bright
Total wee hours, spell too plenty light
Every sunshiny days, overmuch a pain
Need be clouds and rain
Dropping the curtain, days to see
Breathtaking, splendor of life's tap·es·try...

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The sweetest thing between lovers is touch
Which means I love you to the point of overmuch
Sending thrills unsurpassed
Of true love that will last
Through trials and tribulations and most of life's smut...

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The sweetest thing between lovers is a touch
Which means I love you to the point of overmuch
Sending thrills unsurpassed
Of true love that will last
Through the trials and tribulations and all of life's smut...

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Trace my wrist there's something there 
It has no strings but I don't care 
I just want to feel your touch
Along the neck, trace overmuch 

Try to trace me out a song
Of many parts, that's very long
Practice often now, the aim
Is one day when you trace your name 


...

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War mars the face of man.
Though this be known to all men
we realists connive.
Thrice-prancing priests in March
have made red their faces,
have conspired anew to despoil
summer's increase, 
overmuch not caring
for those about to dye
crimson Plutonic plains,
to expire in the dark.
War, Mars, the face of Man?...

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War mars the face of Man,
Pitied, unpitied. Though
This be known to all men,
We realists connive.
Thrice-prancing priests in March
Have made red their faces,
Have conspired to despoil
Anew summer’s increase,
Overmuch not caring
For those about to dye
Crimson Plutonic plains,
To expire in the dark.

War, Mars, the face of Man?...

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Too quiet, my son
  I worry about you
Thou contemplate overmuch
  Get out there and do

Too noisy, my daughter
  Unbecoming of you
You're a young lady already
  Not a foul-mouthed shrew

Too passive, my wife
  For this century
Take control of your life 
  Learn to fly like me...

It's our turn now, Dad 
  To gang up on you
But we won't go there
  ~ We'll just bid you adieu...

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You have gifts given by the sun
They shine through; to you, I run
Every eight-ball I've been behind says, "You are the one!"
I think maybe my mind speaks to often, what's the word? Overmuch?
From your sunbeams, I've spaced out a little too much
So I'll talk a lot less and give you a little more intentional touch
The feels I have felt cannot be undone, I am alive because of these interactions, 'cause you are my person!...

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Marymount University is saying farewell to some storied majors
    including Art, English, Philosophy, Theology - and Math
  
  Artists will starve or survive, and Writers on AI can thrive
    Philosophy's rigors are lost on the West today
      Theology to moderns hasn't overmuch to say... 

  But Mathematics?! - the basis for physics
     not to mention ALL of computing
       ~ For her restoration, I am assuredly rooting!...

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The soft geography of hip and thigh,
smooth undulations lovely to the touch,
so silky and provocative, I sigh,
as I caress your contours overmuch;
for I cannot restrain my eagerness
to stroke, manipulate and squeeze,
and lavish you with love and tenderness,
your glowing beauty brings me to my knees.
We reach the culmination of desire,
our own enjoyment fueling the fire.
We lie entangled, warm and worry free,
in blessed partnership and purity....

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The soft geography of hip and thigh,
smooth undulations lovely to the touch,
so silky and provocative, I sigh,
as I caress your contours overmuch!
for I cannot restrain my eagerness
to stroke, manipulate and squeeze,
and lavish you with love and tenderness,
your glowing beauty brings me to my knees.
We reach the culmination of desire,
our own enjoyment fueling the fire.
   We lie entangled, warm and worry free,
   in blessed partnership and purity....

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The soft geography of hip and thigh,
smooth undulations lovely to the touch,
so silky and provocative, I sigh,
as I caress your contours overmuch
for I cannot restrain my eagerness
to stroke, manipulate and squeeze,
and lavish you with love and tenderness,
your glowing beauty brings me to my knees.
We reach the culmination of desire,
our own enjoyment fueling the fire.
   We lie entangled, warm and worry free,
   in blessed partnership and purity....

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The soft geography of hip and thigh,
smooth undulations lovely to the touch,
so silky and provocative, I sigh,
as I caress your contours overmuch;
for I cannot restrain my eagerness
to stroke, manipulate and squeeze,
and lavish you with love and tenderness,
your glowing beauty brings me to my knees.
We reach the culmination of desire,
our own enjoyment fueling the fire.
   We lie entangled, warm and worry free,
   in blessed partnership and purity....

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The soft geography of hip and thigh,
smooth undulations lovely to the touch,
so silky and provocative, I sigh,
as I caress your contours overmuch;
for I cannot restrain my eagerness
to stroke, manipulate and squeeze,
and lavish you with love and tenderness,
your glowing beauty brings me to my knees.
We reach the culmination of desire,
our own enjoyment fueling the fire.
   We lie entangled, warm and worry free,
   in blessed partnership and purity....

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Brave spirit accepts things the way they are,
detached from outcomes, present in the void,
humorously wearing all earth life scars,
essence of presence always overjoyed,
refusing to be, by ego thoughts toyed.
Thus in but not of the world, soul flows on,
dwelling not overmuch on moments gone,
here and now present, consciousness vibrant,
each life breath accepted, as a new dawn,
living with gratitude and contentment.

30-July-2021...

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