Sandra Dodd

Sandra Dodd Poems

Never have I drawn or painted
though I regard my body as my instrument
With it and voice expressionism I create
...

Some people enter the world
to indigo skies,
the sun beams
on their blessed souls
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He
ya know
my frog
not quite a prince
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Me the Feminine
Gents rushing to open doors
Lipstick on my coffee cup
View diamond shod ear in the rear view mirror
...

Tired of words
text
chat
IM
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Do Not Kip Tonight
While you sleep
I write
In the relative quiet of the night
...

Fidelity and virginity are twins
Once taken they cannot return
Careful consideration should be taken
before fidelity is spurn
...

Can I be a phenomenal woman
as Maya Angelo's poem boasts?
Can I step into those shoes,
even the littlest of her toes
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Talk dirty to me because
ya know even though
I am not supposed to
I like that
...

female sexual dysfunction
this is a 'malady' where a lady
can get one at any point of the day
without a sexual thought, it comes
...

I need to lay in your arms in our big lovely bed
1000 thread count of supple crimson comfort
resting, playing, watching, talking, staying in together
I feel safe to be wrapped in your sexual agape love
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I’m not a poet
I just mess with words
I like to get them to be punny or outrageously absurd
Often they are simple, plain superlative
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So your the smart type
bookish in every right.
In science they created a letter
before A to give you a grade.
...

Uncle:
Well they kissed its official
they preacher pronouce it done
He has a tiger by the tail
...

Tiny
She Breathed
for only a while
every breath like vaporours rubies
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My Joy You Cannot Squish
I am a joyful being, some say I have too much of it
I love a smile, a joke, a gag, smirk of irony,
the ache of a well laughed tummy
...

click of heals
Curve of skirt
Toss of hair
Sway of girth
...

I am a lady, sir!

Who the hell do you think you are?
I am a woman of good repute,
...

I married into knowing
the most adorable man
I would ever meet.
My husbands father.
...

$175 an hour to rant
All I get is “how do you feel about that? ”
I think I just spent a 175
telling you how I feel
...

The Best Poem Of Sandra Dodd

Artist

Never have I drawn or painted
though I regard my body as my instrument
With it and voice expressionism I create

Artist,
can you teach me to paint
your body in ecstasy?

You can be my canvas
I will work your beauty
to a colorful blush of orgasmic gism

Upon your manly vessel and heavenly chest
I will blend the paints with my tongue
until one color flows into another
as a breathing kaleidoscope

Then you can push into me
press your canvas upon mine

While you paint I will scream a symphony
and teach you the melody rhythm
of my painted instrument

Sandra Dodd Comments

Idris Elasha 25 January 2010

This poem reminded me of the saying that: 'Poetry is a spoken painting, and painting is a silent poetry'.It's really artistry.No word superfluous.Though don't you think that 'medium' is more apt than 'instrument'. Resist the death of poetry! !

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