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Dennis Rarick Poem
Friends
Acting
Crazy
Everyone
Being
Of
One
Kind
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Some
Morons
Are
Ready 2
Text n’
Pay
Heaps
Of
Nothing
Everyday
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“The Fixer”
While clearing gutters of the autumn leaves
I was pushed by a wintery stiff breeze
Falling from ladder, by freak circumstance
Crumpling into flatness by haphazard chance
I felt a beer can directly under me
Memory of him, forever would be
For my Grandfather had tossed it there last
Discovering it flat, from days past
From bikes and cars, to rusty door nobs
As to how to fix their thing-a-ma-bobs
All would come for his consultations
For he was the fixer, of all contraptions
While others would tinker for hours into night
Grandfather would always have the divine light
Scarcely even did anyone ever say
That Grandpa needed more time than a day
He was a helper, a handyman, a friend
Sadly he died of his drink, come the end
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long, pale, soft white necks
tantalizing blue blue eyes
giggling joy smiles
sent of the green sea
revives the lonely grey souls
cuddles endlessly
we lying next to us
kindness, tenderness, warmness
embracing lovers
an entwined union
two bodies converted one
heartfelt memories
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UNSUPPORTED CODE
Loving Brothers
Hand hitting the face
Red burning titty twisters
Throbbing charley horse
Bone braking grizzly bear hug
“Now, do you submit?, . . . . ”Uncle!”
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Simple specks of Sand…
Force falls in love with Steam
Gentle gazes through Glass…
Blow breaths in life from Dream
Utile uses into Urn…
Gravity gives in cry for Lust
Mantle mazes lay Mosaic….
Eroding ends return to Dust
Simple specks of Sand…
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“You like it black, if I remember, don’t you?”
“Oh no, for I take mine with some sweetness.”
“Two lumps will then do?”
“Oh please make it three for neatness”
While some prefer it with clumps of kindness
Others prefer to take it more bare
Some detest it when it is cooled to sadness
Others have little regard or care
A scalding blackened bitter cup of reality
Is ever a thing for one’s mind to endure
A tickling taste of Sanity
Is something I hope you prefer
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No one you may ask today remembers her exact and true name
As for her beauty, some may question, Is she an angel or a goddess
Her flowing gowns were of the finest satin, like those worn by a countess
Many of you may inquire and scorn her with your righteous blame
For her work required a moral destitute of character, a disregard of shame
A sacrifice of her heart, was one of the heaviest cost of her caress
Her bruised and battered body and her hair a tattered mess
Today, however of her only the numerous blissful smiles of men remain
For she was a master of whispers, a spell spinster, a conjurer of lustful lies
She offered them her body, her affection, her tenderness, for a modest fee
How many a night her suitors enjoyed her flesh, as echoed in their cries
She smiled, she swayed, and she sashayed, like a sensual seductive sea
Sadly, no doubt, the love she certainly wished for, she never would realize?
If only they knew, to feed her child, for what greater love a mother could there be
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Creation Conceals within Conclusion
Returning home, alas, long forgotten
Alone no more, an entwined surprise
The essence of one, unseen, a Delusion
The presence of self, unknown, begotten
Together no less, an unwounded lies
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