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Thursday, July 12, 2018

Mean things Yes I have done mean things Well I'll try to think of one Not giving girls rings After smiling at them for fun. Not rubbing the assistant 's leg which would have been fair when she pressed against me as I sat in the dentist's chair. Not taking Janet for a treat When she asked to be taken... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 1, 2018

Feather Bliss is like this moving around the contour of another being. meeting in the middle and springing outward into each new shape, believing As though caught in the fluff of summer. To hear the call of all one's ancient mentors. Tasting the ripeness of the fruit, the richness, The seam that... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Time I wonder if I'll e'er recapture those sweet and hazy days of rapture When once I walked along the street the crowds tripped by on dancing feet. Head in the clouds towards my goal I grinned at every greeting droll and felt such fierce wonderment so safe, one of the crowd content. The moon that I... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

A quicky. Where have all the poets gone Gone to the wild ways of thought I remember when their halos shone And each loving poem bought at least a bright red apple a reward for thinking deeply trying to access a Muse or grapple with thoughts that might be cheaply forced to the surface by a some... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 5, 2018

poem I was in love with a beautiful girl. She was as fresh as blossom. But she use ribbons to hide her curls and frills to conceal her bosom. Her voice was as cool as a breeze at play as she coldly looked me over. But I knew before one could make hay that frost: fell on the clover. My mind was as... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 27, 2018

Choo Choo Puff, puff I thought, she is shimmering with beauty. Am I on the next train to oblivion? I am already riding with thoughts that dangerously take me on a journey into a new sun. Perhaps I can travel unnoticed, it has been known. No she is in the corridors of my mind We pass by sweet images... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 22, 2018

OLDIE Life. What is the meaning of life? Once it was simple to answer. A gift given to those who appreciated something for nothing. It is hardly surprising that it has lost its value so many things are in the same category. It is difficult to pray sincerely, but it could be a way to increase a lost... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Brewing In another time the softness of your body. The witches brew, the warmth you stew. There is a creamy fullness one can see. Something so old and yet forever new. Into such sweetness, there a mouth is pressed. Into blossom, warm as if to please. A hand exploring something to caress more than... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 7, 2018

Aftertaste Sweet is the taste of this movement It is expressed as the resistance to pressure diminishes into the anticipation of pleasure.. So the imagery is in the pink fold But does not hold the power to caress. Along the line of dark hot teasing Runs the repeated plea Softly pleasing, suggesting... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

She was as white as snow and had to know. He green as a thistle was just keen. Could she do this gracefully Was he a man no better than one of them. Hand to her breast, it did suggest a short defensive move, if he could prove with honor drawn, love had been born had he not felt it yet? He felt... Sign in to see full entry.

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