Short Stationery Poems

Sleek pen welcomes 
the scented stationery
with a gentle kiss, 

coy as a blooming rose 
and of course, on hand
to sate yellow butterfly,

soft petals are teasy 
with salacious aroma, 
proudly advertising--

the unfermented dews of 
morning mountains and my
own imaginative thought....

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I put money in the stock market, knives were cut sharply
diapers remained unchanged and paper was stationery
toilet paper touched a new bottom, switches were off
feathers were down. the pigs are feeding at the trough









Maurice Yvonne
September 8 2014
Chastuska Me - Poetry Contest
Dr. Ram Mehta...

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God waited for me, literary
Everything was always ahead of me, itinerary
I was always full of me, stationery
If work could change me, bribery
Then God summoned me, Calvary
And, God waited for me literary

My itinerary
Quite literary
Got me stationery
That Calvary 
Was the only bribery
And, God still literary
Waited,
For me....

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Here is Newton’s law one
Object with no force upon
If stationery will
Remain perfectly still
If moving will continue on

It’s easy to learn Newton’s Laws
All 3 are famous of course
For the second we say
F=ma
Acceleration times mass equals force

Here is Newton’s law three
For every action there’ll be
A reaction we say,
In the opposite way,
Which equals the action we see...

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"October"

Only the day of my Birth
Can truly describe all I have become
The heat of my words has assisted global warming
Only that can explain how I evolved from big coats to shorts in the beginning of Autumn
Breathing God's Gift To us intoxicates my words
Effortlessly is how these words appear on the stationery of Love's Proof
Real men kiss lips both, above and below


October 8, 1975.....
written on August 8, 2015.....the power of the eight baby....lol...

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Love notes 
Wordings from the heart
That I’m trying to use 
To cover this scented stationery
With my ball point scribbler, I’m proud 
To match the sensual scent 
Of your lovely and fiery lips
With crimson thoughts, but as I finally come 
To end my writings, after so many pages 
Hooked thrown into a silent bin 
I begin to wonder if it’s better to recite
My love notes to you in person
For this way you would feel 
Much, much better…
The bubbling rhythm 
Of my heart...

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