Poetry
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French vanilla tongue
You taste so well
Is it true that you
In the language of love
Do so well
Read more: Stealing French Kisses
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- Written by: Kathleen15
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Tabby tiger stripes curled a perfect circle
in the messy folds of my bed.
Eyes wince limbs tremble flexing
small fuzzy boxing gloves as if dangling
sparring dreams from puppet strings.
Thin black lips ajar jutting stiff whiskers bearing tiny teeth.
I wonder what you envision with such fervor;
maybe that
Read more: Whammy's Gone to Twitch Town
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- Written by: Kathleen15
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I gazed over the congregation uniformed
in service to a union I didn’t give a year
flat-pained smile on my face
a life-size cut-out posed in a cloned dress.
They returned my countenance some genuine
shedding tears some solid cardboard as mine.
But if they only knew how these two
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Mama and I had silent dates,
mother-daughter escapades
full of shopping, dinners, bait,
and you know I love you attempts.
On our way to El Zarape
in her garnet Volvo sedan,
we came to a stop light
at Pomegranate and Klein.
Mama possum lay ahead
on the pavement in a puddle
of herself, joeys torn from her back;
scattered nearby,
strewn in a bloody band,
little lumps fanning out from the impact.
She’d trailed entrails
to reach her offspring,
glass-black eyes wide
having watched her babies die.
Five kernels of her fruit
plucked before their time,
before they’d had enough to get ugly.
I looked at Mama
to see how I should be
after seeing a thing like that.
She placed her hand on my knee,
checked my seat belt, tugged it tight,
tight-lipped and quiver-chinned
as she steered and shifted gears.
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- Written by: Kathleen15
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They left what was left of him on white canvas walls
maroon and rouge plastered paint-spattered clots
in Rorschach design acrylic-crust drying
bits of brain that played games when alive.
They zipped him in a sack a human compost bag
rigor mortis-wobbling in black rigid plastic
yanked on a stretcher over tarry
Read more: Going Out with a Bang
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- Written by: TTOMO
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... but my friends
they call me Percy Punctual.
They geek out and run with it
and proceed to kill it.
Alliteration apparently
is the funniest thing in the world.
(clears throat)
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- Written by: grunfruaorshell
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They come at me
Slowly and tenderly they creep
Along the vastness of my skin
Dewy moist and soft
They say sweet things
With whispered tones
And then with strong arms
And tight hands
They pull forth their axes
Their chisels
Their hammers
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If I told you that I missed you
Perhaps you’d have something to say.
If I told you that I wanted you
Perhaps you’d stay and play.
If I told you I thought of you
Perhaps you’d just be okay
If I told you that I love
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I put my love in a jar
with bits of honeycomb
I sealed it up
with melted candle wax
and left it on the windowsill.
I watched the light
dance through the amber
and with each flickering dream
I breathed out all
Read more: I Put my Love in a Jar...
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A simple arm drifting in the wind across the back of your sorrow
Pushing umbrellas of light above your head stopping the rain’s from falling
Smiling as she pulls you into her shine closer
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I’m drawn to her hung up
on the particulars of her workings
like a marionette dangling
on the strings of my subconscious
never knowing when or how
I’ll succumb to her power
without question or objection
her brief breeze of disruption
billows my limbs suspended
in a scene I can’t locate but
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strutting the streets
of Myrtle Beach
I want you both back by 10
set them loose mesmerized
by electric glitter
glowing in the night air.
Enchanted and dizzy
she loses her friend in the sea
of tourists sweaty and porous
in the thick salty atmosphere
looming over her.
