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I picked "cinqku" because I don't know
what form that is, and I'm too lazy to
look it up; but if you've ever read any
of my poetry you should know I don't
want to lead anyone down a particular
path, but just that you read into what
you want to read into. However,
comments are left open to release,
and it seems PoetrySoup has an in
and an outside crowd. As Groucho
Marx once said (maybe a paraphrase)
"I wouldn't want to be a member of
a club that would want me as a
member."
So, with my last poem I stated about
paying my bill. So I have settled what
I owe, but I do leave a big tip, and if
you are wise you will follow, Maureen
McGreavy is the best TASTE out of
this pot.
For you bible pushers and preachers, "In
the beginning was the WORD." Choose
your words wisely. That verbal stone you
skipped might just hit you in the arse.
My wife has often said, "Why is the F word
the first thing out your mouth when you were
class scholar and magna cum laude?" F them.
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where
art thou
i give
my heart
to thee
for thou
are
art
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my muse
went on
a cruise ship
vacation
leaving me
alone
right
now aft
or port
she is
dancing
on some deck
as i am
playing solitaire
on my cell
phone
not even
real cards
i miss
the texture
not new
nor worn
cards
finger familiar
like touching
her thigh
a foreplay
game
how can i
lose
against myself
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her brown skinned
body laying atop a
table top covered
by a white table
cloth but she is
naked yet dressed
as a buffet with
delights to eat
placed like plates
for to be self served
my finger tips imitate
chop sticks to take
the taste of her now
noodle hair with
seaweed eye brows
following further down
her cuisine figurine
fingering disoriented
flavors and spices
sipping the saki shot
puddling her bellybutton
pairing with her pear
hips where sit not fig
greens but the earthy
shiso leaves that by
uncovering these find
two slices of raw tuna
sashimi dripping blow
fish soup the deadly
delicacy i immediately
drink licking her bowl
clean liking her sticky
rice inner thighs i
find no longer fingers
but my tongue turning
over the table now
able to smell pickled
ginger and inhaling
the heat of
wasabi
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the chihauhau
dances with
the piano
leg
it must be
a tango see the
rose between his
teeth
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my spigot
is dripping
slide on an
O ring to
tighten
the fixture
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i need
not look
at photographs
to see you
you are
who i see
deeper than
my very being
no stars
to follow
as my soul
migrates closer
spinning
opposite poles
out of control compass
compassionate madness
i've wrecked
upon a shore
sure as i've never
seen before but in dreams
yet
in one
photo it seems
behind you is a coconut tree
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her hair
hanging
dangling down
to touch
my chest
looking up
i see
a blue sky
cloudless
hopeless
is she
leaning
over me
breathing
into me
trying to inspire
one last poem
cpr requires
pinching
the noise
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amused
by my muse
never having
even seen
snow
she saw
in photos
but never having
ever
felt
feeling
deprived of one
of life's wonders
her starving mind
wanders
i tell her
facts about flakes
never having
ever
one the same
then throwing
snow soft
to shape
but hard
to take
shaping men
and women
snow people
frozen
memories
but
I've said too much
no sense of touch
all this knowledge
falling in flurries
but my muse has
a bucket list
snow drifts
across her
paper
she starts
waving her arms
wanting more words
for me to extend knowledge
for her lexicon of snow blizzardly blurred
with her feet on the ground not able to fly
knowing not now how strange
to explain to her that she
has opened wings
of a snow
angel
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she said
sleep
i thought
she said
jeep
so i
took her
for a test
drive
and
found
a few
gears
tight so
might
grease
them some
then give
another
hum
but
now i find
her body
paint was
just
cream
so i'm
enjoying
the ride
trying
to decide
should i
or could
i check
another
chassis
no she's
classy
and
i
know my
wheels are
spinning so
why would
i
even
think of
another make
or model since she
is such a take me for a spin
off
the lot
she's a pleasure
to sit in her seat and
take home but not own
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