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Robin Maughan Poem
Cascading ebony curls,
weave her lean oak body,
Gothic vines scatter mustard buds,
clothing her Sultan figure,
Fingers and appendages tangle in this mesh,
Droop against her sleekness,
Attemp to shun day`s life.
Underneath, bats perch dormant,
Spiders playfully weave,
Snakes await lunch,
Hypnotic Miss Spanish Moss Maiden.
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Poison flicks out,
among saccharine promises.
His sugarcoated tongue is tarnish proof.
He holds his tongue.
Where shall he place it?
Idle.
Let it rest.
Give permission to taste encouraging syrupy words.
"Love" is apple pie.
"Wonderful" drips of dark chocolate.
"Sorry "soaks of rich coffee savor.
Do not spew out:
"I hate you!"
Tame speech with righteousness.
Quiet tongues are blessed.
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Olive glitter skin sparkles below Carolina rays,
Mud Leather carefully placed as evening attire,
Mr.Gator whips his jeweled tail frantically,
Beckoning his lover to immerge.
No response.
Heartbroken, he crawls silently towards another pond.
Mating season minus a mate is not much fun!
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The rusted latch cuts chewed finger tips.
Pryed open, needled jabbed emotions lay inside.
Grab the peanut butter crackered hugs,
Nurture the starved soul.
Chocolate kissed squares await to be devoured.
Sip bottled water enhanced with "I love you`s".
Replenish the survival kit for lifes next survivor.
Lock it tight .
Don`t lose the key.
You may be back with company.
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Create weakness?
No, create strength.
Create stagnate?
No, create great.
Choose create.
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Mr. Gecko,
You are not Geico
Mr. SoBe,your name is not Ghecki.
Mr. Wiesman, your heritage is not Gargoyle.
Lime illuminating, advertising
Chirping, adhering to the humidity covered pane.
Hemut Stump toed comrade,
Licking lidless membraned eyes,
Perfected coned vision.
Wafered padded setae,
Suctioning eight times his body,
straddling atop sleek blades of greenery.
Dwarf extinct.
New Zealand`s lost treasure.
Delcourts Gecko remains King of his reptiles.
Self copulation is an unfortunate reality,
when you are a handsome neon lizard.
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Dear Satan:
You do not frighten me.
You haunt my spirit at times,
But my glory for God suffocates your wrath.
Your temptations are mere reminders of my weaknesses.
With God`s humbleness He brings me to my knees
and strengthens my wounded soul.
Satan,
I welcome your evil as an avenue to prove my love for Jesus.
I challenge you!
I am a warrior of God.
I shall march over your so called angels who lure me.
You do not intimidate me.
I have God`s power burning within.
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Frustration
Confusion
Panic
Rage
Violance
Death
May 4th is still alive.
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Satin white lily pads
cushion the high jump
performed by the three-legged frog.
Heated blaze bakes his fading green coat.
He leaps into his hot tub paradise.
Life is floating by.
A big grin and loud croak announce his pleasure.
What appears to be boredom for one set of eyes ,
is bliss for another.
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Palm trees fingers stretch in the sweltering breeze,
bending over graciously,
It shelters Mr. Bluejays retreat,
Above, clouding blue skies prepare to shower,
No movement in this afternoon sauna,
Life must wait for South Carolina sun to settle.
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