Reclining Nude
How fruitful the rounded limbs of the reclining nude
Soft contours long to be caressed by the eye
In all feminine holds robust strength
Fragility insults the perception of woman.
In this form sensual solidity and sweetened slopes of eb and flow
A womb of seeds transcribes life's intriguing form
Breasts propped, from which warm heart of desire appears to beat
Thighs that lay unified with the gravity of the Mother Earth.
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Mirror Mirror
Mirror mirror
You tell lies
Who put crows feet
Round my eyes?
Mirror mirror
Hanging there
Who put that grey
In my hair?
Mirror mirror
Is that me
Is that really
Me I see?
Mirror Mirror
Stop your fun
That's not me
That is my mum
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Feel Sad For Me
Feel sad for me
The 'death' I feel
For the thing I mourn
That wasn't real
The burning ache
So bitter sweet
Unleashed from where
My wishes sleep
Beneath the surface
Frozen cold
Defrosted by
Desires untold
So warm it felt
Though tinged with sorrow
A mouth of taste
Forbidden to swallow
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Stark (5,3,1 structure for Gulsher: -)
All matter that existence here
constructed of quark?
Stark
Everything you need for life
Fits one arc?
Stark
A misty graveyard with only
Song of Lark
Stark
Raving madness that takes hold
Makes you bark
Stark
Cutting bluntness of succinct remark
Stalks like shark
Stark
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With Out A Parachute
Is it endearing
when my tongue ties?
Do you like the flutter
Of my butterflies?
I reel with a nervousness hard to reign in
It's blatantly clear by the rouge of my skin
But it's strangely addictive
To be close to you
Like seeking a thrill as those skydivers do
I know I won't plummet
I'll land in your arms
With no parachute
I'll fall for your charms
You'll put me at ease
Run your hand through my hair
And you'll-make me believe
That you're glad I am there.
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Stark
All matter and existence
build from the concept of quark
Stark
Everything you need for life
Fits on one Arc
Stark
A misty graveyard with just
the song of the Lark
Stark
The raving madness that takes hold
and makes you bark
Stark
The cutting bluntness
of a succinct remark
Stark
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Body Has The Last Laugh
Have you ever sniggered so much
that a snot bubble came out
Have you creased up
and then sprayed out all your drink
Have you chuckled out a fart
Maybe giggled out a wee
Or shoulder jiggled silently
until your face turned pink.
Can you say with pride
that your laughter button works?
Do you care
if the last laugh is on you?
Coz beware that if your senses
tell your brain to make you laugh
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Poor Little Pinkies
My dearest little pinkies
With your tips of ruby treasure
I know you'll be complaining
Soon
And screaming your displeasure
Say hello to socks and boots
The weather is the reason
And that pedicure I got you
Was the last one of the season
You're happiest when you can wriggle freely all the day
But sadly you must kiss goodbye
To flip flops til next May
You'll moan at being squashed and sore
I'll promise as you groan
Of freedom from your clompy cells
As soon as I get home.
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I Cry
Can I cry and get over you now?
Dear heart,
Stop your bleeding
Stem the flow
I am pleading
Can I cry and let go of you now?
Can I cry and get over you now?
Brave mind
Stop tormenting
That's enough
I'm repenting
Can I cry and let go of you now?
Can I cry and get over you now?
Sweet soul
Stop your bearing
I am done
Done with caring
Can I cry and let go of you now?
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Sealed
Within the seal, a captured mirage
I am excused to miss you
Within this sealed tomb, shy from light
I am sure it is safe to love you
In the interim I lay feigned trust in the seal
Nay you seep out like sand through fingers
A breeze sees you reach every waking hour
Dusting my heart with brown sugar
The desert in some sense a serene landscape
But thirst and searing heat sharpens the opposing blade
I walk in the desert day after day
Until I can once again set you free from your tomb.
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