Romance

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Huge Fuckin’ Sunflower

When I was a boy the folks in the house down the street had a huge fuckin’ sunflower in front of their house.
I thought that huge fuckin’ sunflower was the cats pajamas.
I don’t remember if I asked my mom if we could have a huge fuckin’ sunflower
I’m sure I wanted a huge fuckin’ sunflower in front of our house
But we never had one.
Now I’m forty six years old. I’ve got well trimmed mutton chop Vegas era Elvis sideburns and a cherry red 1976 Monte Carlo Landau with a 350 OHV V-8
I’ve never had a huge fuckin’ sunflower in front of my house.
Mostly, I’ve lived in places where I didn’t really have any say whatsoever in the decisions pertaining to landscaping.
Living in apartment buildings – boarding houses – flop house – drunk tanks.
Now I’m forty six years old and I have a front yard to plant a huge fuckin’ sunflower in.
My wife doesn’t want a huge fuckin’ sunflower.
She says it will attract bees.
She’s a cunt about that but she’ll make a fine beef brisket
Slow cooked with potatoes carrots parsnips garlic and herbs
She’ll roasts that puppy about forty five minutes per pound of brisket
Smells the whole house up
The house with no huge fuckin’ sunflower in front.
She’s a strumpet who thinks Jesus is going to damn me to hell if I don’t repent
She’ll toss my salad but she won’t let me plant a huge fuckin’ sunflower in front of the house.
She’ll go on a 3 day green tea fast and break it with a burger and 5 big ears of corn on the cob.
Then She’ll squat romantically over me as I lay on the floor supine holding a clear glass bowl over my head.
I’ll watch breathlessly as her anus parts with an audible “ploop” and a glistening corny baby ruthish turd slowly slides out of her now gaping anus with a wet crackly sound.
The steamy corn encrusted turd plops into the aforementioned clear glass bowl I am holding over my head as I lie flat prone supine on the floor thus allowing myself the best possible view of her gaping anus as it pushes forth the corny poop like a shy turtle head peaking out into an August dewy morn.
But she won’t let me plant a huge fuckin’ sunflower in front of the house.

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Memories of Love

Short and simple but it means a lot to anyone that has been married for any length of time. Wrote it specially for my parents 30th Anniversary.
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Title: Memories of Love
Dear Love,
Can you remember,
Thirty some years ago,
Why we fell in love?
Are we so lost,
In the routine
Of the everyday.
Will we ever look back,
In fondness,
Over the years we’ve given
Each other.
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Lust vs. Love

This is a duel-authored poem. I say verse and the other person comes up with something to follow, It starts out as a joke but turns into something serious…

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(Safe)

Someone asked me on one of the poems, “What is your inspiration?” I have decided to tell it it the story section. I will still post regularly in the poem section, and I’ll let you know as soon as I post it. My life has been a little, different, so to speak. But know that ever word of it is true.

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Begin your dream

I wasnt going to write tonight. But then I read the greatest peice on this site. A Dream within a dream. It had to be the most beautiful peice I had ever read, so I had to write something

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Words don’t describe…

I wish I could tell you how I felt,
when into lustfull kisses we warmly melt.
How at the beginning of each day,
I think of you, dispite being far away.
Its almost cruel how few words we have,
to describe the feeling of my heart, on which you salve.
A feeling that we can hardly describe,
that had begun on our first date, a bribe.
It was never ment to be this way,
but now, nothing will keep me away.
Our fates are not chisled in brick nor stone,
yet together we one, the same, unalone.
Passion is what drives me to you,
all I can say is what we have is true.
I know that as one, we truely belong,
for I hear the perfection of our sweet song.
To you, my love, this poen I do send,
and for you, my love, my affection, has no end.

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Blow out the candle

The day is ending, and we are thinning,
light is leaving, and the candle is dimming.
I know what you want, and I can not be truthful,
for how can I tell you that you are painful.
The stars come out, for the sun has set,
but you, I will never forget.
I must leave, give me my heart,
before we tear each other a part.
The night is dark, as you can see,
so let the cold evening, embrace me.
Don’t wish you life into a well,
We cannot be, can’t you tell?
End us now, turn out the light,
push me away, with all your might.
Shut the door, lock the handle,
forget me now, blow out the candle.

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Golden Summer, A moment in time

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The first gentle caress,
A brush on the canvass of my soul.
Gliding, floating through
the currents of your love, Adrift.
A dream in your eyes,
A yearning for something more,
An escape into the unknown.
A chance,
One afternoon in the glory of summer.
To surrender,
To our hearts, To know.
The freedom,
To see what could be, In time.
Long from now,
But forever, In our hearts.
That day in the sun,
My heart, My soul, My love is forever yours.
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To Katherine

Not Sexual at all really, just a poem about a girl i’ve always wanted since i met her, but we;ve never really gotten close. This just sort of came to me one night, so i wrote it down, if you have enough patience to read this boring thing, give feedback.

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The Dance

Sorry, i’ve been offline for so long, I had to get a new computer. And my gf and I just got in a fight.

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Blindfold

Ok, I’ve noticed I have alot of spelling errors in my previous work. I did a little research to find out why, because I always use spell check. I like to give a shout out to the dick head named Danny Malone who has planted his custom virus in my computer. So if you know Danny, kick him in the balls. But seriously I do have to make a come back for all the poems he made shit. I really like this one, so here you go.

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In a Moment

A thought that quickens
the pulse arouses the dream,
A look with meaning
makes a connection
with another, looking.
A kiss that
warms the heart
raises the temperature
of the moment.
A whisper breaking the
night releases the
tension like a
bursting dam
A taste that gives
pleasure to another
takes in the essence
of another’s pleasure.
A press of one
body against another in
passionate embrace creates an
indelible relationship that never fades.
A tremor of excitement
that curls the toes
raises the spirits.
A sigh that vibrates
the ear is felt
in the center,
around the body
and through the soul

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I loved you, I still do

This is a true to heart poem about me and my X – girlfreind kayly If you read this its true for some reason i still love you

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Sensual Desire

I have been writing poetry for 16 years. hopefully I’ll get some of them published someday.

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Dream Lover

Dream Lover
Somehow your face is in my dreams each night,
And thoughts of you come with each morning’s light.
You haven’t done a thing to bring this on,
But still I find my heart is now your pawn.
You’ve only been polite to me, it seems,
So why are you so often in my dreams?
You’re a good friend, but how I wish it would
Occur to you to be — well, less than good.
I want to find out how your kisses taste,
To feel your arms come stealing round my waist;
I think I want to have you strip me bare,
From face and breasts right down to pubic hair;
To spend the night, all night, in loving you,
And have those dreams that trouble me come true.

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One Night of…

Longing forUntamedSensualTouchesFeatherlightUnder moon-LightPleasantAlluringSighsSoughtInOneNightBetweenYou and meTogetherHereEverFireyInReaching forExhaustedLightheadedIntensityGraspingHoldingTight
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Poetry inspired by a classmate, was definitely not a style I normally write poems in but it began with a single word written vertically in the margin of my notes while taking covert glances at him while the prof droned on and on. I probably should have been taking notes but it’s quite difficult to concentrate when he sits anywhere within 10 feet of me.

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