Short Pimpled Poems

I was banged!

Five stars in the night of scars,
Were like flies in my eyes.
I was wrong,
I was slogged,
My pimpled Apple fell on his Granny's Nipples!...

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Frigid hard worked
Hands
Shoulders
Goose pimpled cold
Give me texture

Steely seldom blinked
Poker eyes
Wrinkled straight mouth
Smile
Give me chills

Voiceless response
Touch
Less embrace
Romantic impressionism
Give me love...

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Moral confection
is like facial complexion
that changes
with exposure to weather

like it or not
we are our elements

sweetly pimpled

when saturated
dried and cracked
and pealing
for deprived of
right feeling

and creams and lotions
are only physical motions

getting us spiritually nowhere...

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Antisocial you think
Because I will not waste good ink
To display my mind
To hearts still blind
What we do here is build a hereafter
Shall I add my name to the laughter
Of tomorrow?
I can do better with the cause of sorrow.
I must live for more than me and now
I have set my eyes beyond clouds
And see the stars with teeming plough
Muted too above our pimpled crowds....

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Well, here I am at Birthday’s door--
With happy wishes by the score.
While younger women look and feel
thinner, trimmer, with more zeal.
I’m happy to be where I’m at
with the weight of years under my hat.
No pimpled dates lurk at my door.
No smelly diapers on the floor.
So fifty, for an age is fine;
much better than for IQ or waistline.
Yes, fifty years IS simply great.
But, I of course, am thirty-eight....

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