Women Surreal Poems

Dreams are a window to the future, real or surreal - poet.

If it was a dream it was like no other,
soft, delicate, with silky feathers
the...

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blue eyes, deep and dazzling as the sea
cheekbones sharper than a knife
golden hair, soft to run a hand through
he was a jewel
a sapphire prince
who, upon...

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The lake wind,
Is a lovely serenade,
For the iris gardens,
And the sundressed,
And moonkissed women,

The lake wind,
Is a lovely serenade,
For love,
And evening drifters,

The lake wind,
Is a lovely...

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a lady of swollen years
sat knitting with glorious colours
she said her name was
saint something or other
I didn't quite catch it
must have been the gum she...

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Some say
History is ugly
Some say
It didn’t happen
Some
Just don’t want to acknowledge
Some
Just want to view the art
Some
Don’t have a voice


I enter the old home
Via the back...

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#I was raised seeing images of a White Male, with a reddish beard, blue eyes or medium brown, depending on the Artist, as well as...

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The strange men made strange fruits 

Point.
	
Strange 
Strange fruits
fruits and Men 
the difference only in color 
Multiply the hate. divided. but blood is same 
Between...

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Colonizers WHY YOU TAKE WHATS NOT YOURS   
Man interest in other lands, peoples and territories and things
What other people got they want it...

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no one saw it coming they never do
the phone poles were giving off sparks
dogs began to howl birds flocked to the sky
A Plymouth hubcap of...

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Love those who love you
Appreciate those who appreciate you
A dog never bites its owner
If a dog does just that, it ought to be gently put...

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They dress up in all their finery seeking to impress
A new tuxedo, a famous designer's latest dress
The women move around on high heels 
Skin as...

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educated by the ancient twin mystics 
right eye and left eye
to nurture nature a desire for beauty
and sweet self astonishment
can't perceive without perceiving
music of the...

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litany of the Church of the Ecstatic Coma
love shouldn't be a pile of rags
I was playing pinkie dinkie
with next door Suzie Woozy
her father was CIA...

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Amber in your eyes
Crimson are your lips
Ivory is your skin
Sweet is your sin
Smooth are your hips
Here are your lives
Between pillars of fire
Stone, golden is your...

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Leather boots 
tight black suits 
skin hot bound 
in knots cutting 
sweet the heat 
Burns in between 
the pleasure 
of the pain 
the sweat 
of...

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