Short Turgid Poems

I troll
the same old fears
but couldn't make up
a straight face
to recite my turgid lines....

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Scone unknown
Magic biscuit
Turgid lump
Flaky you

Crumbly ole you
Under the lights
Stale yet sweet
Waxy little you...

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covetous chipmunk,
turgid sunflower seeds;
where are the dry ones hidden!!!??

                             Carol Mahan...

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a whimsical wind
tantalizes turgid bulbs
spring’s fever rising


©2/22/2018

submitted to – Haiku – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Deborah Beachboard...

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ICE COLD TURGID TRAMP
FRIGID VICIOUS VAMP

YOU BLACKENED MY SIGHT
YOU’VE FROZEN MY CHEST

I CAN’T BREATH


I JUST SEETHE...

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Broke is the spirit
and turgid the belly’s bloat
with no tears to cry -
she is at her point of death
and part of us all will die!


Written: December 2015...

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broken twigs of passion
melancholic summer
we spread under
coconut palms
whispering 
cotton caress
nipples like grapes
black currents
smell of the lake
turgid stems opening
regiments of love...

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Listen to poem:

Laconic lullaby a simple sigh
a wink a terse goodbye,
pithy pun a pointed reply
made turgid when seen eye to eye.

Tangy zest an alibi
for why you flit on by
to mollify and justify
your brusque awry reply....

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bitten lips swollen tongue
remnants of a love
swallowed sap
drunkenness of lust
miraculous moist moments
rounded hips
rustling of autum leaves
migrating birds
tense and turgid
coupling of hope and faith
singing water of love...

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Cattle-cars filled with Jews,
Hot guitars wailing blues,
Pulsars beaming in the night,
Thoughts of wrong, desire for right,
Cigarette ash- grey and rigid,
German soldier, Russian front frigid,
Masonic poetic words far too turgid...

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Ivory contours of nature’s lure 
Satin sunrise of passion pure
Lingering lovers tasting light 
Auburn hair of swirled night
Naked whispers’ sultry sheer
Turgid thoughts nestled near
Pleasure painting autumn’s rust 
Fingers probing lingering lust...

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Bill (in) Hillary? A turgid question.
Monica eased prostatic congestion.
His Altoids improved the taste,
while her dress absorbed the waste.
Her mother kept the prized possession!


*For the “Political Woes” contest.    You can’t make this stuff up....

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Cerulean soft shallows glide
like lotic lullabies; gentle,
hushed.  Juniper hills undulate
breezy slopes, tucked tender Autumn,
where turgid pastels drift perpetual
atop the sleepless river - surface deep.

2/26/2017
Submitted for: The River Line
28 Words...

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Beneath the bright, white, flight of the water
finger-bones stir mud.
Each digit a buried metaphor
for lovers that had once written
on clear skies.
There in the turgid dark
they create words from shadows,
dark slow swirls, an arcane scrolling
only dead-fish may interpret....

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Such swings the Muses' wail
to him that laxly trail
and her too, prone to frail
when we are out of jail
with truly turgid tongues
singing sourly sweet songs.

A sense and some music
comedy and tragic
of a form in a flow 
dangling on minds as snow
on a smooth sloping roof
it's just gobbledygook....

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Turgid tempest traipses slowly,
heavy thunder, hammers holy,
livid lightning lights the lowly.

Storm surges, striking sand-bar,
winds wailing, whipping wife’s car,
rain races to rills and rock scars.

Power pulses, promising pain,
branches break-off, block the brave,
dumb to drive on dreadful days....

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The luring into
the larva pose,
like raking leaves
and scrubbing scum off tapestries,
we work for the shine.
Let your better half fold itself
and roll over onto the turgid glaze.
Breathe fully, quietly in these days
and patient your perseverance.
The season remains the stronghold
to all God-willing fates....

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Black canvas
Curved space
Sterling stars
Evolved grace
Painted planets
Yellow sun
White noise
Prodigal son
Bleeding brushes
Dripping plight
Solemn strokes
Sequestered light
Turgid sky
Acid rain
Burning questions
Dangling reigns
Charcoal commandments
Acrylic themes
Smeared signature
Scientific schemes...

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Ironic, how these wheels of time come round about....
Metaphoric make-shift boats sailing back across her Atlantic
Refugees fleeing their ancient ruins ? Turgid waters crashing skies
Blame it on the revolution but the truth is, they were never more than
A footnote stuffed within some dusty book case kept, amid some dusty room....

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There's tom, turning turgid today.  Tenderness to the thought tabulator.  Terrible 
torture today, take that to tinsel town!  Twords turn this turkey to  tom's torrid tale 
telling true torch tunes.  Take two tylenol, turn toothsome televivion teleplay to 
tomorrow's tomography, twice told tales tell the truth. Touche'!!
(told ya I iz nutz!)...

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   Without light
      Gold will
         Not
       Glisten

   Without hers
    Turgid  fupa
      ‘Tatched
     Az molded
         Clay
         Unto
    Hern thicks

   did i mention
  ‘Bout the gold
   *Glistening*

 "regard not the
         scop
  the bard iz the 
    punctilious 
     carnivore"

          hm  

...

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The morning has no news of me.
I may have to dig out words
from their squirmy underground nests,
look for a hungry starling
in an imagined tree.
Envision my upside down figure
legs waving above ground half buried.
Something to get the turgid blood flowing.
Now I see a thread, and now go quickly to follow it
to where these lines abruptly end,
in order to begin....

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Winter scatters moth bones.
For a while,
it refreshes the turgid and lax.
Then the chill legs of small dancers
pirouette over warm bodies.
Flesh recoils, lungs curl around 
each breath.
Hedgerows offer their huddled masses,
to the underground and hidden.
The light is going color blind,
Wind-crones whip rabbit hair
into wickiups 
for the newly dying....

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I  know not
the why or where
of when
of if she’s ever
coming back again

I sit
in sultry memory
passing kisses
rippling the sea

lifting from
humidity’s wet grasp
hard turgid thrill
of lovers
touching
as they pass

riffling the page-less
timeless sand
artists
of a coolly
passing hand

wispy breaths
of sunset
yets


©8/3/2018

for Summer Breeze Poetry Contest...

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       Essentially noble
 mine honorable  resolve
        became moot
 when hern shared mine
              lewd

    for my desire of her
             snips
            to molt
for mine eyne to sustain
       hern glabrous

             Yesss
    the turgid affinity
     of the succulent
          nectarine

             yesss

           bursting
      betraying mute...

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