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I picked "cinqku" because I don't know
what form that is, and I'm too lazy to
look it up; but if you've ever read any
of my poetry you should know I don't
want to lead anyone down a particular
path, but just that you read into what
you want to read into. However,
comments are left open to release,
and it seems PoetrySoup has an in
and an outside crowd. As Groucho
Marx once said (maybe a paraphrase)
"I wouldn't want to be a member of
a club that would want me as a
member."
So, with my last poem I stated about
paying my bill. So I have settled what
I owe, but I do leave a big tip, and if
you are wise you will follow, Maureen
McGreavy is the best TASTE out of
this pot.
For you bible pushers and preachers, "In
the beginning was the WORD." Choose
your words wisely. That verbal stone you
skipped might just hit you in the ****.
My wife has often said, "Why is the F word
the first thing out your mouth when you were
class scholar and magna cum laude?" F them.
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the egg in the frying pan
sizzled but mine wasn't
sunny side up
my brain assimilated
everything but this
wasn't a simulation
i hit a wall
going at least
sixty miles an hour
looks like i'm not
going to graduate
from Mental State
just
another
crash dummy
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her brown skinned
body laying atop a
table top covered
by a white table
cloth but she is
naked yet dressed
as a buffet with
delights to eat
placed like plates
for to be self served
my finger tips imitate
chop sticks to take
the taste of her now
noodle hair with
seaweed eye brows
following further down
her cuisine figurine
fingering disoriented
flavors and spices
sipping the saki shot
puddling her bellybutton
pairing with her pear
hips where sit not fig
greens but the earthy
shiso leaves that by
uncovering these find
two slices of raw tuna
sashimi dripping blow
fish soup the deadly
delicacy i immediately
drink licking her bowl
clean liking her sticky
rice inner thighs i
find no longer fingers
but my tongue turning
over the table now
able to smell pickled
ginger and inhaling
the heat of
wasabi
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where
art thou
i give
my heart
to thee
for thou
are
art
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I want
to migrate
navigate the
stars as did the
magi to
find not my
christ child but
you
now with
my head far
above the clouds
allowing visions to
be seen in
the star charts
that constantly show
me constellations comforting
and
compelling
me to follow the
wing beats of Cygnus
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my muse
went on
a cruise ship
vacation
leaving me
alone
right
now aft
or port
she is
dancing
on some deck
as i am
playing solitaire
on my cell
phone
not even
real cards
i miss
the texture
not new
nor worn
cards
finger familiar
like touching
her thigh
a foreplay
game
how can i
lose
against myself
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can i get a back beat
my doctor
is a proctor
not to be bothered
about your father
so go further
blur blurring vision
deciding decisions
yo
begin again
begin again
i've never sinned
casting stones
throw in the towel
after a awhile
fashion fashionably
late for a date
yo
no make up
making me make
taking a take
a second glance
a second glance
yo
yo
yo
loca mujer
hair dyed rojo
afro fantastico
don't know when
even then
then is now
bow to you
you're my Muse
muse about
get it all out
no leather couch
here where
all are chairs
take care
take your meds
bed is bedtime
time i'm instead
writing about her
again about her
again
yo
vinyl record scratching
back records show
you're good to go
yo
yo
you're good to go
te quiero
te quiero
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the chihauhau
dances with
the piano
leg
it must be
a tango see the
rose between his
teeth
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my spigot
is dripping
slide on an
O ring to
tighten
the fixture
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i need
not look
at photographs
to see you
you are
who i see
deeper than
my very being
no stars
to follow
as my soul
migrates closer
spinning
opposite poles
out of control compass
compassionate madness
i've wrecked
upon a shore
sure as i've never
seen before but in dreams
yet
in one
photo it seems
behind you is a coconut tree
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