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Stature Arrested Development Manifested Greatness

I can be all that you want and more
Your heart, body, and soul for me to explore
I’ll give you more than you need galore
Just open your heart and close the bedroom door
Let me discover landscapes if you don’t mind
Sight you surely can give to me the blind

Given to you a therapeutic massage
Sensuality I’ll give in barrage
Intimacy I’ll never ever sabotage
My world and yours blend as a collage
Figures entwined as a montage
Placed upon your breast my corsage

Let me take you places unbridled and unbound
Let me teach you secrets so profound
Cradled in my arms tranquil bliss
Emotions felt now sealed by a kiss
Passionate thoughts now you’re aware
Delight mi armoire for us to share

poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Seaport Of Beni Ansar

Interpol sent me off to research the Seaport of
Beni Ansar called ‘alhaj jimi ahmed' according
to Wikimapia sounding a warning: Beware of
filthy, sleazy Moroccan men waiting outside
all nice hotels, seaports, bus & train stations

I sighed, following my role models Miss Lemon
and Miss Moneypenny I am stuck behind my
desk, only fantasise about sleazy types, being
so conventional, they don't even spare me a
glance, cultivation of a haughty demeanour

Has never been required in my little life, I smile
at everyone I pass and seldom need to fend off
an unwanted advance, maybe once - it is rather
sad when sleazy, filthy types do not even touch
the carefully designed collage of my life…

poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Instruments Of War

The baton is raised.
Silent savagery, lurks in the green.
Silent feet, step softly,
waiting for fear to explode.

No sound make...let no twig break...

breathe softly, begging breath,

beat quietly, pounding heart.

Like drums, stretched too tight,
under the shadow of fisted war sticks.

Like steel strings, stretched too tight,
under poised sharp fingers.

The instruments lie waiting.

The baton falls!

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poem by George Vuyakovich
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Claustrophobia

For a patch of happiness
you rushed into the arms
of clouds. Only to fall back with tears.
The glazing authority of moon
hangs on the poverty of spiked wisdom.
Betrayal is the norm of celestial thinking;
how can you accept a dropp of death?

What is your motive
in watching the pain?
A path, a tunnel,
a precipice. The collage of purity
has the innocence of sorrow.
And truth, sails like a phoenix.
There is complete silence.
The flameless fire collapses
lapping up the anger.

Pouring out all the heart beats,
emptying the mind

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poem by Satish Verma
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The Question

The question leaves a road turning

Trees full of green thoughts burning

Gold and brown

They fall in on themselves

At first they make a beautiful collage

A kaliedoscope

Tracings of colours

Leaving unfinished

The questions

Of life and love

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poem by Yvette Smith
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Totally Random Phrases (that sound kinda naughty but aren't)

An ocean of devotion,
A tizzy of dizzy
A potion of lotion
In a sea of ecstasy

A Chasm of orgasm
A surfeit of stimulation
A quiver of shivers
An ovation of titillation

A night of delight
A clutch of a touch
A wonderful sight
A touch too much

A piece of striptease
An asp full of hiss
A squeeze of knees
An abyss of bliss,

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poem by David Whalen
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Solitude I &II

Joined in blood and ancestry to the
absurdity of your impetuous absence
are the cryptic crisscrossing lines
or the eddies of your detached dandelion
your way of seeing conceiving solitude
but that was 2002 and you bore me in 2007
so its not me it’s the other guy
we never talked about
adding to the ravages of your wasteland
this reptile! gnawing at your innards
at right angles -you know I hate maths! !
but then I remember something
that you never told me
its about that absence
the mauves, the grays and blues
all of me and none of you

* A narration of paintings by my Muskroot in acrylic and collage on luan panel presently hung somewhere in the solitude of University of Connecticut, USA. Poem is incomplete without the painting! !

poem by Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Ma
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Respect Poem

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Resp ect your elders all if they deserve;
Respect your servants who will serve;
Respect your father for tilling the soil;
Respect your mother for her love and toil.

Respect all teachers who gave you the knowledge;
respect your parent who will pay for your collage
respect your friend who saved you from the ledge
respect yourself from not going to the edge.

they are so many things we tend to say
giving respect does not come everyday
don't reject, don't regret just correct
but don't forget to bloody respect.

respect it something i like
doesn't matter if your wrong or right
doesn't matter if you black or white

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poem by Dbhker Don
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Flogged Upon Rack At Sea

Wisdom Sentimentality
Sincerity.
Are free
inflating hearts that can be
above risen
treacherous currents
embroiled
in bitter judgement misty
dark green sea.

Past waves sucked out marrow
chilling chipped raw bones
stripping striped flayed flesh.
Balsam rubbed in hardens
shuddering residual resistance.
As gashed groaning flesh rigidly
resists handfuls of coarse salt.
Raked across weeping wounds
sentence scouraged bitterly.

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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ladder Rung One

Ladder Rung One
Ladder Rung One
Tom Thumb and Thumbelina and baby thumbnail
Tom is starting now to speak:
“listen to me Thumbelina baby {thumbnail} ewe listen tewe
This old world has got me hypnotized and they stuck me on the bottom rung”
Thumbelina answers him:
“Tom my husband please do not speak so rough in front of the thumbnail baby she does not need to knoe about the way of the world she is just a baby not yet in collage…
Baby thumbnail is speaking baby talk in gibberish:
“The world is mye oyster and eye am gonna shuck it
Gonna learn to drive and gonna learn to party.
Narrator me:
Listen to me baby the old man still loves ewe the father of the daughter and the mother she adores ewe and the author of the poem. The ladder it is steep and hard to climb them all the steps are hard please stay upon the bottom rung.

poem by Charles Hice
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