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Cucumber Envy
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Cucumber on the vine
plumped ripe for pickle a wand to clean jam from the toe of her camel peeled back skin sculpts fleshy Adonis sliced in discs thin to draw puff from her orbits diced in cubed chunks then tossed with crisp lettuce filled with garden fruit she's no room for a farm boy |
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Topic:
Pine Box I Lived in
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Chalky white blisters ruptured from yellow-pine clapboards skinning it's grizzled facade, springs slammed creaking hinges that swung the screen door dragging the stoop of my childhood home. Beer perfumed the air nicotine glazed the walls buttressing the sofa and table, my sister and I tended bar. The old man hunkered here slumped over an ashtray and crossword puzzles. Pellets fell from termite tunnels in the trim boards, newspaper and cardboard boxes fell through the rotting floor. Powdered milk in mother's cupboard and "government cheese" in her fridge fattened my cheeks and core. Winter's chill crept around the bones of this decaying crypt, a swallowing mountain of cotton and rayon buried me in my resting place. |
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Topic:
Pine Box I Lived in
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Nice Your lines paved way for imagination too, loved this version of yours Techno Thank you, my fellow poet. |
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Topic:
Nationalism for Dummies
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Nice poem . |
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Topic:
Cawing to Sheryl's Audience
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I really appreciate you all checking it out and sharing your thoughts.
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Topic:
Nationalism for Dummies
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EXCELLENT Thanks much, Robin. |
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Topic:
Nationalism for Dummies
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You’re a really good writer, Techno. Thanks very much, miss Muffin. |
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Topic:
Nationalism for Dummies
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Chalkboard talisman glyphs,
tic-tac-toe hangmen pitting children against propaganda posters touting immigrant born famine crossing borders turning cornstalk fields into wasteland. Filmstrip lessons teaching of scheming coyotes building pitfalls for native tourists driving four wheeled roadrunners motoring tumbleweed littered highways. Cartoon boogeymen, hunted by plastic green army men toasting marshmallows over a book burning pyre. |
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Topic:
Cawing to Sheryl's Audience
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Just in case the Crow
hasn't gobbled 'em all up, I'll leave gate passes for those tinnitus and malaria wielding jive turkey pricks. If a crowd of Dracula bugs weathered Kurt's teen spirit libido, send those cortisone selling proboscis erect itchy (censored) to my show. Blood sucking parasites - the lot not tone deaf crickets or a rank judging bot, just - a buzzed mosquito choir no bass popping Flea but songs played in key with a poet bards lyre. See these songs for reference: If it Makes You Happy Smells Like Teen Spirit Give it Away |
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Topic:
Cawing to Sheryl's Audience
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Where’s the poem? Apparently it was censored because it contained the word for female dogs. I'll post an edited version as a reply to this thread. |
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I'm grateful for y'alls attention.
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Topic:
Contact Merge Current Surge
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Appreciate ya's.
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Thump... pop! thump...
the pacemaker record skips looping song stutter setting a tempo for the dance. Groove riding stylus cutting trenches in eye lids. Shutter blink snap shots of caffeine dosed high bids. Sticky sugar lozenges lodged in brain engrams. Stale albums shelved in silence to beat the band. When I drag 'em out for a dust unwrapped candy smacks my lips then spores twinge my nostrils and my windpipe constricts. |
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Topic:
Contact Merge Current Surge
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I'm the thick wired plug
you're the electric socket let's check for alignment to see if mating parts fit. My power cord lengthens don't have to stretch it my round pin is male, yours is the female bit. Line me up expertly precise technicians do not rush unroll the safety sleeve device and grasp me tight then push. Smearing on warm grease makes my rigid post glide in insert... retract... insert... then do it again and again. Throw on zapping volts juice surge begins to flow sixty nine amp jolts then let your breaker blow. Unscrew the blown fuse don't short my pole out let my charged prong shoot hot lightning to ground. |
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You got talent Thanks for your kind appraisal, Leah. |
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Nice poem . I appreciate your consistent reads, Julie. |
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Edited by
technovative
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Wed 08/10/22 03:00 PM
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kissed chin, collar then groin
flowing curves trickled jelly blissed skin holler'n loin blowing nerves tickled belly lips slipped feet to bum whiffing musty sweet sweat hips gripped beat dew drum riffing, lusty seat wet slime the niche use button vector get her high licks, I'm a peach juice glutton nectar wetter thigh slicks teased udders jiggle quaking Earthed moan pleased shudders giggle aching girthed bone |
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Topic:
Romance in the Stones
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Thanks Storm, I appreciate it.
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Topic:
Romance in the Stones
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Thanks for the acknowledgement y'all.
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Topic:
Romance in the Stones
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Pyrite veins wriggle today's spoils
no nuggets glimmer for caches, lead pencil riddles 'neath lamplight oil scribbles and calendar slashes. Next day I'll swing the pickax with vigor breaking fossils and lime rocks loose, fracture chips and flakes dime sized or bigger till that mother load shows in the sluice. Peeping eye squinting, view in the loupe adoring her sparkle and grain, goldsmith's tools roll us into a hoop I'm not Richard and she ain't Jane. We ride on bumpy roads many miles she might even tack on my name, I'm hers she's mine no walking the aisle gonna pull up stakes to this claim. |
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