Manonton Dalan Poems

i'm tagging on her skirt
i use her legs as post
leaning or hiding from
from time to time i feel
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i feel bad hitting branch
with my errant golf ball
it broke it off and fall
i pick up, large as thumb
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to hear you is very refreshing
could be good news or none
still i feel so happy knowing
you're there waiting for me
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whenever my eyelids spread
my vision seeks you instantly
in case i can’t find you i close
and in my mind you’re jewel
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i want; i want you love me
like moisture seeking roots
unstoppable whichever nook
feed; feed my thirsting heart
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i have more to write
this very quiet night
but my fingers ain't right
sluggish to a point of tight
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i covered my face with my hands
massage my forehead[ its softness
relaxing; it loosened knotty nerves
i traced curves, sockets, hairline
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i'm so eager to let sunshine in
i move curtains and so as blinds
in doing i disturb season's dust
that gives me unending sneeze
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sea has its own life to attest
holding her temper in protest
too much trash filling her bosom
farms run-off hurting her pets
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met some fairway dwellers
discussing their success
on couple of back holes
near misses on nerve putts
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