Teasing Poems

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"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree—
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Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
slope of my cheek. On the
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Lie down lass, with me, in sage green meadows
Your blouse flouncing open, in the teasing breeze
The meadows, feel so cotton, this time of year
Come lay beside me, and sense my desires.
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You know the parlor trick.
wrap your arms around your own body
and from the back it looks like
someone is embracing you
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(You say) It is not love, it is madness
My madness may be the cause of your fame
Sever not my relationship with you
If nothing then be my enemy
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Sounds of gravel under heavy tires
Teasing the silence of little house in the
Bushes and surrounding of wild flowers
Open my exotic fear
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This quiet roof, where dove-sails saunter by,
Between the pines, the tombs, throbs visibly.
Impartial noon patterns the sea in flame --
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As though a deaf musician, I am part
Of some great orchestra I cannot hear.
The only notes that fall upon my ear
Are those which rise unbidden from the heart
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Biology invigorated by Chemistry and empowered by Geography
infuses us with a plethora of poignant sensations, embraced by
thevelvet of tenderness and clasped in the arms of monogamy.
My heart is made of metal and yours, my virtuous bride, of magnet.
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Red, orange, yellow

green, blue, indigo- violet
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A moonlight moor. Fairies leading a child.

Male Fairies: Do not fear us, earthly maid!
We will lead you hand in hand
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Kasinath the new young singer fills the hall with sound:
The seven notes dance in his throat like seven tame birds.
His voice is a sharp sword slicing and thrusting everywhere,
It darts like lightening - no knowing where it will go when.
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Young and tender – like a green coconut with sweet juices
Soft skin – as soft as an infant
Red blushes face – as red as the ‘Red Sun’
Sweet voice – like a hungry Dolphin echo
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For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury


It was cold and windy, scarcely the day
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Admired and enjoyed,
As a guide I deployed,
Messages I found,
In her poems so profound,
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Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy
To those who woo her with too slavish knees,
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Two boys uncoached are tossing a poem together,
Overhand, underhand, backhand, sleight of hand, everyhand,
Teasing with attitudes, latitudes, interludes, altitudes,
High, make him fly off the ground for it, low, make him stoop,
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On an island the soft hue of memory,
moss green, kerosene yellow, drifting, mingling
in the Caribbean Sea,
a six-year-old named Alfred
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Comes the cold, black, Death of Autumn,
harbouring its' pique on naked limb;
stirring damp, feral winds
to the hawking, stalking,
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Hen laid an eggs, between legs two,
No small, no big but not in zoo,
Ran after those who made slight dig,
Dog, cat and crow planned very big,
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You look yet teasing in looks, for myself. My pair is obliged to your appearance: my partner is considerably reminding you. I can't help upper laws of the existence. I was not startled by your age, but now I am aware of my marital status. I love my wife more than a.o. before, not excluding you. I am 43 by now, and she is a couple of decades elder, but she is going to have a kid (!) by me, her first kid. So envy our story. Or better pray for us. No meataphors are occurring. Sometimes we need to get reconciled at the face of yet vaster happiness. Smth like that.
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Beams many from the Sources single.
Creep along the waves that struggle.
So is life, I see from the sea- shore
Struggling against the teasing shore.
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Mind walking tempestuously down neural pathways searching for footprinted images that are always present in a photographic memory, awaiting musical rhythms to awaken synapses, teasing and playing with them temptingly.

Awakening and recollecting all memories needed to write into poetry, possibilities being recovered from what people consider impossibilities, for there is a solution as long as you're creatively and critically thinking with both areas of the cortex of one's brain.
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Baby you've been teasing long enough
Now it's time to show me
What you got
Didn't come to play no game
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Tempos taking over in a song, teasing, taunting, tracing memories over and through the past and on into the present or future.

Calmly implied in lines of poetry, giving up places within, expressing melodies that've begun to receive memories, wanting to be remembered in this long and tiring life.
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Shining and vibrant, teaching steps of enlightenment in measures of rhythms, manners climbing like ivy into the heights of a totally beautiful landscape where nothing is dull or complicated.

All is easy and simple, touching interior spirits of life as smiles fit perfectly in moods of an interior flow of spiritual connotations, finding their energy as music continues to move this mere poet all the time.
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Flowers Teasing People

Willow catkins bathing in wind
white hairs flying
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Rocking back and forth, everyone jumping to sounds of a boogie that grasps hold of everybody entering the confines of melodies on the dance floor.

Helping the wonderful melodies to be taken and rounded out between us, loving the beats and everything else as people continue stepping in and out of rhythms.
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Lively action kicking up, giving everyone fits of laughter as they listen and clap to beats of rhythms being sung to delicate and fun music.

Stirring up a total amount of teasing melodies, riding their measures, moving into the night, not quitting or being tarnished at all, touching and reckoning with a sexy song.
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Rising horses of imagination down dusty trails through the desert, capturing scenery and images as they appear, teasing and tempting all the while.

Joining tempos of rhythms as they fall into symbols of freedom and fanciful decisions that need to be known and allowed to move through the world.
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