Short Straddling Poems

Does a fence say 'Keep out'
    or protect those who are in

  On the heart, not the eye
    the answer depends...

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Straddling iron beast
Rumbling pipes, vibrating seat
pavement disappears
wind whisking troubles away 
Riding, soaking up some rays...

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Straddling the candle,
too close to the flame

A fiery benediction
—a smoldering refrain

(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)...

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Straddling the candle,
too close to the flame

A fiery benediction
—a smoldering refrain

(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)...

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Straddling the candle,
  too close to the flame

A fiery benediction,
 —a smoldering refrain

(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)...

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Straddling fire, he rode bursting through space,
fearless trust wearing an astronaut's face.

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She felt the tepid skin of her thigh against her face
a teardrop straddling from her cheek
looking for hope in a dream
that always ended
as his slaps left
her welted skin...

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Edging close to brink,
I dare not look back nor blink.
Been here many times
before, but always slipped back,
losing grip in the leg-up.

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21 August 2017...

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Business before pleasure
Are you a big spender
Mortgaging your heart
For lustful endeavors
Straddling your bottom line
Leveraged with burgundy wine
She wants a quick merger
Before your numbers decline...

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Standing up, on top
straddling the seesaw
one foot on each side, now.
Whichever way I lean
sends the upside down
and the downside up.
Slippery slide 
to the flip-side
is unworkable.
It's lunge, parry
riposte....

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Over the fire
  and across the coals

We made it to safety
  our innocence tolled

The memory enough
   to scare and profane

What fate never mentioned
   —as we straddled the flame

    (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015
Listening To Clapton’s ‘Sunshine Of Your Love’...

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Over the fire
  and across the coals

We made it to safety
  our innocence tolled

The memory enough
   to scare and profane

What fate never mentioned
   —as we straddled the flame

    (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015
Listening To Clapton’s ‘Sunshine Of Your Love’...

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Awesome armies
the kings  very  own 
We came here despite singing over burgles
Dustmen under contract
Lilies lay bleeding in black bags
We are still whistling
Chickens languishing in street
Actresses older than thought
give commandeering comedies
Tis the talk of the town
cuckold husbands straddling 
the saddle of despair...

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Thinner the veil,
Older the year.
Between the worlds
Shadows appear,
 
Straddling the times.
We feel the past
Stamped on our brows.
Nothing will last.
 
Fields are now bare,
Soon comes the cold.
Kindle the flame
That we may hold
 
Space for a while,
Honor the dead,
Thank for the harvest,
Offer the bread.

October 30, 2016...

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On the cusp of a stranded daze
a chance is born
Straddling each strand of 
a falling raindrop
Accompanying its fate a crust 
soon forms
Wavering from solidity
to pangs
The eyes shut in reverence of
a faintly gaze
That renders all chances unseen
In the dazzling array of sight
two tears reverse
In the swelling cloud of woe
true treasures ply...

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She lay beneath the moonbeams pure
on midnight dew kissed grass.
Nestled in the forest foliage
her beckoning eye allures.

Rhythmically writhing on the blades 
her sultry sway did tantalise.
Enticing me to lust driven stupor
she summoned my submission.

Straddling one to tittilation,
mounting me she lunges forth.
My mortal flow warm on her lips

So fades the waxing moon....

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Lavished Lioness 
Lunges with quietness
Leaks love, inspired with...
Hunger
It aches her when in slumber
It takes her under
Straddling starvation
now just preying on prayers
stuck in a safari of slayers
The hectic hunt continues
Various emptiness in the same venue
Deadlands. Dead things
Then she sees a man.
Lavished Lioness
Lunges with Quietness
sinks her teeth inspired with
Fresh Meat....

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The mist sits heavily on my brain
Scrambled thoughts swim in the rain
No maps or even a road sign
Feet straddling the wavy line 

Dragging around my heavy heart 
Internal quakes tears me apart 
Sticky webs drench my skin 
I lust and yearn to just sin 

Mirrors reflect fading angel wings 
Playing solo on the swings 
Enveloping pleasure on each drop
Secretly plotting the final stop...

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Berry elf, oh berry elf, cha, cha, cha.
Sitting on the limb-like shelf, rah, rah, rah.
You step so lightly, with the skill of a flea.
I hope you will come past the leaves and sit by me.

I am straddling a limb, waiting for you to notice me.
I am the faerie with the gold leaves; my name is Bree.
Berry elf, oh berry elf, cha, cha cha.
I would like to get to know you. Do you like to draw?...

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No coincidence 
that I have at the least
two of most everything
for navigation

generally favoring
one side over another

though mostly straddling
the lines between – the tight
I walk...life’s many journeys
of balance -- 

Balance, is Free Will on shaky
display – what man does to avoid
both the Devil and God

small, under developed 
hands, attempting to juggle
infinite worlds and stars….
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Mt Tai
How do I describe lofty Mt. Tai’s grandeurs?
Straddling Qi and Lu states, its green lingers.
The most gorgeous landscape the Nature has drawn,
The dark and light sides convert into dusk and dawn.
Floating clouds cleanse the mortal mind and soul;
Birds fly home in groups along the mount on a scroll.
I shall climb to the top and therefrom a bird-view will
Render all the other mountains around into small hill.
(tran.)...

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Fake!! Fakers, are
the real of the nameless
with many id's,paper dolls
and rumored boy toys,
white-collard polo's
straddling Marlboro horses,
or maybe ushered in
like dream team Barbie
and holocaust Ken
Golden wheat field,
trade; for black water
God handed "here you go
Mother nature," 
into velvet rooms,
with tantric lust,
behold tight tits
and parched tips,
for fame of child
green changeling,
not of a summers dream...

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Straddling the fractured frontier 

Dividing two disparate, distant decrees 

Tugged from each of my lumbering, limp limbs

Inevitably tumbling into dogmatic belief 

For every creed, a byproduct  

Of a specific time and place in history 

From what we believe as divinity 

Inherently tinted by human ingenuity

Forgery for me, to dismiss one or another as sorcery 

Yet forcibly, like water, I fill the cup of whoever is holding me...

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