Submissions by candycrier
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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A SQUEAMISH HUSBAND PONDERS HIS WIFE'S MENSTRUATION
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MUD PIES (sonnet)
At eighty, grandpa loves to make them
As in a peaceful garden long ago
Those slapdash pies he initialed M
And carted miles to dazzle friend and foe.
Now old pans of his wife's he packs full
Of earth and water through fingers of glee
Bending just slightly to arthritic rule
And too busy to even wave at me.
Such is the innocence crowning those pies,
The secret lost happiness over so fast,
When young hearts revel in the enterprise
And each brown pastry is never the last.
"Come in now! Come in!"...
As in a peaceful garden long ago
Those slapdash pies he initialed M
And carted miles to dazzle friend and foe.
Now old pans of his wife's he packs full
Of earth and water through fingers of glee
Bending just slightly to arthritic rule
And too busy to even wave at me.
Such is the innocence crowning those pies,
The secret lost happiness over so fast,
When young hearts revel in the enterprise
And each brown pastry is never the last.
"Come in now! Come in!"...
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The Aphrodisiac of a Sound
hearing their kissing sounds
ignites their desires into fire
flaming
enveloping conflagrating...
cooling as they descend peaks of ecstasy...
as they indulge in
long post-coital
contemplation
of each other's body
giving airy strokes along
the other's arms and legs
he clasping her head to his chest
she clasping his head to her breasts...
their eyes gazing eye to eye mesmerizingly
thoughts of the way their bodies had intertwined
of the scent of an armpit
of how their heads had tossed...
ignites their desires into fire
flaming
enveloping conflagrating...
cooling as they descend peaks of ecstasy...
as they indulge in
long post-coital
contemplation
of each other's body
giving airy strokes along
the other's arms and legs
he clasping her head to his chest
she clasping his head to her breasts...
their eyes gazing eye to eye mesmerizingly
thoughts of the way their bodies had intertwined
of the scent of an armpit
of how their heads had tossed...
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the zen clown
i'm the zen clown
a clown of little
renown
i wander along the
walkways where
the tame animals
are fenced and where
the loyal crowd
climb up to the
big top
i'm paid a pittance
to put on a little
show before the big
one starts
i never tire of petting
the elephants, the tigers,
even the tiny black spiders
which crawl along the
picket fences
my hat is a paper mache affair
that keeps coming loose
till it looks like
part of my hair
i wear...
a clown of little
renown
i wander along the
walkways where
the tame animals
are fenced and where
the loyal crowd
climb up to the
big top
i'm paid a pittance
to put on a little
show before the big
one starts
i never tire of petting
the elephants, the tigers,
even the tiny black spiders
which crawl along the
picket fences
my hat is a paper mache affair
that keeps coming loose
till it looks like
part of my hair
i wear...
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PUSSY HARDWARE
clit rings turn me off
no metal madness there, please!
my lips shun to seize
no metal madness there, please!
my lips shun to seize
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A POEM FOR OUR TIMES
In this world where some people
have turned their backs on beauty,
on the right to human dignity,
on the very breath of life itself,
there are men and women of peace and vision
who exhort us to hear the music of the spheres,
to feel true heavenly light
in the renewal of Earth's daily light,
to sense divinity in the mysterious darkness
upon us every night,
the moon above a guiding light.
The people who stand deaf and blind
to the destruction they rain,
unaware it shall backfire
on their own kind--
to them a message:
...
have turned their backs on beauty,
on the right to human dignity,
on the very breath of life itself,
there are men and women of peace and vision
who exhort us to hear the music of the spheres,
to feel true heavenly light
in the renewal of Earth's daily light,
to sense divinity in the mysterious darkness
upon us every night,
the moon above a guiding light.
The people who stand deaf and blind
to the destruction they rain,
unaware it shall backfire
on their own kind--
to them a message:
...
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INSIDE PUBLIC LIBRARIES--A Generalization ( perambulating peeping-toms)
men kneeling below
the stacks to view opposite
kneeling upskirt flesh
the stacks to view opposite
kneeling upskirt flesh
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INSIDE CONVENTS--A Generalization To Be Taken On Faith (pun intended)
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