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Gemini (Acrostic)

Gone in a flight of numerous ideas with
Endless passion for each one as
Most can't help but fall in love and
In their charm become undone
Near the heart of a lover twin
Is a lovely dangerous place to sin

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Baking Soda and Vinegar

elementary science 
we watched with wide eyes
baking soda and vinegar
a little red food coloring
emerge from a clay volcano
the foam erupting
moving fast
mixing these catalysts
consequence happened
our lives
like baking soda and vinegar
cause and effect
a mere chemistry experiment
some of us
not well-rounded chemists
make quite a muddle of it
not ever getting the concoction
quite right
i am convinced
some are not born chemists
maybe just decoration
red food coloring

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Erotic (Acrostics)

Enticing touch
Racy thoughts 
On satin sheets
Tying me up
In knots of
Candy bondage

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The Least of These

some are different 
those with handicaps
handicaps is the strange word
we call to hinder
holdback and impede
burden or limit
where are the rules
those which say these
are the restricted 
and we normal
a gripping fills my chest
when i watch a crowd
react to one we label
physically challenged
this human race
depending on shortcomings
to nurse our psyche
reaching the top by
stepping on 
the least of these
i wish to meet this man
named social order
to tell him how
incredibly witty he is
to have us all fooled
swallowing the conception
that those without blemish
are superior
i will smile to myself
when social order 
meets the creator
the creator of	
the least of these

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Empty Womb

Red marionette smile
Painted with blood 
Reminders of a hollow womb
Puppet strings guide 
My listless spirit to
The foot of my soul's tomb
Clenched fist full of 
Nothing beat at 
Mother Earth's selfish ground
I hold hands full of 
Wilted flowers and lay 
My trampled dreams down  
Vacant eyes wander 
But I see my light
Fading to a dark glow
The stench of 
Rotting fruit I smell 
And time refuses to slow 
My stinging heart pumps
Razor blood to remind
Me of my pain  
Dreams of smiling children
Wake me to my
Hearts blood stain

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Jiu Jitsu Legs

the art of softness
a way of yielding
my face wears a
cunning samurai smile
after we make love
and I press tight 
with my thighs
around your waist
my ankles locked
I lie under your chest
with the illusion
I have yielded to 
your attack of love
and now I have you
with my jujitsu legs
grappling your heart
and I challenge you
with my eyes
to elude my hold
you offer no fight
only an obliging grin
and a docile glance
and I realize
completely unarmed 
you just won 
the match

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Pranayama

pranayama
the breath
the life force
when my nose
is against your neck
i close my eyes
and breathe in
i hold my breath
wishing i could inhale you
and take you with me
when i go
pranayama 
gives serenity
feeds the muscles 
your scent 
the smell of your skin
when breathed in
feeds me

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Mrs. Winnie

on the wall a framed pistol

red velvet backing 

simple wooden frame

sixty years or more old

old as the vinyl record 

or  a real rootbeer float

maybe the year of the color tv

I imagine it as a day she

might have been hanging clothes

on an old clothesline in the back

and maybe a neighbor across 

the fence, some garden club 

lady named Eleanor yells

“Your old man has been shot,”


and I could see how she might have

dutifully been worried but silently 

felt relief as she slowly made her

way in the old ’49 Ford driven

by the preacher to the hospital

she finds him alive and learns

that his known mistress finally

had enough and shot him

she regrets to learn that his

“woman disease” hasn’t killed 

him yet and she watches him

heal up and dreads his return

many nights she thought maybe

the good lord would relieve her

of the beatings caused by that 

moonshine and night prowling

she sits on the porch one quiet

night as the crickets sing and the 

lightening bugs decorate the 

humid summer night

the radio playing “Some enchanted

evening” and she decides she’ll 

at least  go after a sentiment 

the mistress answers the door

with a cigarette decorated with

stains of her red lips and she

offers her hand in a dainty handshake

once their conversation has ended

she smiles and strolls down the walk

with this pistol in her apron pocket

stained with homemade apple pie filling

and fried chicken grease

she waits until his death to frame it

and now at 91, she smiles still

gazing upon it hanging on her wall

karma has no age and that day

it smiled on Mrs. Winnie

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Elementary My Dear

I suggest
you continue
teaching ABC's
coloring inside
the lines
if you please
an open mind
is required
not a degree
so stay
on the couch
leave the 
poetry to me

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Yellow Bicycle

Just need that feeling
That same old feeling
At 10 years old 
Riding my yellow
Banana seat bicycle
That sweaty afternoon
I jumped on not sure 
Where I'd end up
Just needing that urge
To steer and go
Anywhere I wanted
Grabbing those handle bars
I jerked them left
Then jerked them right
Making sure it was me driving 
The streamers hanging 
From the rubber hand grips
Blew loud in the wind
The wind I was making
As I pedaled
And so I did pedal
Independence filling my chest
Years have passed
And I lost that feeling
The one my heart needs
To beat out my own path
That giddy stomach feeling
Of me deciding 
Where I want to go