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Ode to Tom
Wearing a torn bloodstained turtleneck tuxedo, a silent piano player drunk from heartaches mouthed his song in broken tongues while a pencil thin prima-donna danced, frozen in time. As dawn sliced through the cover of night, his mind drifted on a warm summer breeze and as a young girl laughed hanging upside down scantily clad…
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Rites of the Holy Non-Sequitur
I She sees a road & the dog death comes; Love at school and some have tried. A rare breed and the atom bomb. A blue tree and the night is long. Or not, the divided ice-cream bed – Summers un-forgotten; a rocket to the stars. Plebes in the grid. Before the empires bled. Us,…
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America
It was written in the past, All men are Created Equal, Yes, This means women too. Given the Rights of Life, Liberty and The Pursuit Of Happiness. Life? Home safe in a Mother’s Womb, Not at the bottom of a cold glass vacuum. Liberty? Walk safely down any street, No worries of bombs beneath Our…
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Trouble
Trouble… Trouble I am his kind of trouble… Tempting? Oh yeah… With a tilt of my head and slow sultry smile He was definitely gone and totally mine But the minute he touched me the tables were turned He became MY kind of trouble What I secretly yearned… With slow, sultry kisses and mesmerizing motions…
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What Belongs
1. Lists help us break up time. Before the list is disorder, chaos. After the prioritizing is done comes purpose, a sense of fulfillment at least if life is a set of things to do. I have walked a long way to get to here pausing for libation in all its variety. 2. The farmers’…
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And when…
We are rogues in the gallery of ever more darkening whys. All humdrum & piddle-paddle we rattle, prattle on ’til dusk. The orchard of time’s diminishing venue has dropped its fruit at our feet. We plaster the pictures on the wall. Judge not until you heed the call. Line up. You have a number. When…
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4 Haikus
(remember a haiku consists of three lines with five syllables, seven, then five) Earth Haiku Husbandry is due to bring our sacred earth through, fix mistakes renew Mothers haiku Mothers nurture us with a purpose plus they re- furbish forever Hermit haiku Oh, look at this world I’d rather knot my brow in sage rage…
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In The Nick of Time Number Two
I thought I never would have such sweetness again even just once more but I did Ever gentle soft but strong with the first touch I was lost I opened my eyes to see if he was real and he was and was warm and solid and he took me surrounded me brought me in…
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What Do I Say
What do I say about you.. how you found my secret pool of desire and deeply dipped into it’s depths to fervently stir up what has laid calm in me way too long You have found me out and I am… breathless… Your eyes hold me captive… I find myself becoming yours willing… Take me……
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When One Is Inspired Beauty Is Born
When one is inspired beauty is born and because of you I am giving birth Such thoughts are forming in my mind Words flowing through my fingers like magic Beauty is within me Planted by your desire for me There is nothing I can not articulate can not formulate can not create I am empowered…