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Poems composed here, in reverse order of completion. Choose any one you would like to see.
Number; First line; Date completed.
450: through the eyes of women --May. 8, 1997
449: His hands slowly run, down, down --May. 8, 1997
448: I have a monkey on my back, it makes me speak in couplet --May. 8, 1997
447: The surprise came suddenly unexpectedly --May. 8, 1997
446: Fire leaps out and lights the eyes of all who look into its flame --May. 8, 1997
445: at midnite our new poem 3 day railroad sex and blues --May. 8, 1997
444: Every avenue of my mind was filled with thoughts of her --May. 8, 1997
443: Crimson skies, expresseing my sorrow --May. 8, 1997
442: Then i saw her beauteous frame --May. 8, 1997
441: To the edge I strode --May. 8, 1997
440: In that momentary pause --May. 8, 1997
439: Hey you, with your ear against the Wall --May. 8, 1997
438: Divine endearment is our gift --May. 8, 1997
437: Starfish on galactic bar --May. 8, 1997
436: Her eyes turning ... a plane pulling up its wheels --May. 8, 1997
435: Arabesque is her name --May. 8, 1997
434: I call upon the watchtowers of the East --May. 8, 1997
433: The touch of angels lips, I knew. --May. 8, 1997
432: Never been aboard a boat, but found a Capitan anyway --May. 8, 1997
431: Allysa Clansey Lives in My FM Radio --May. 7, 1997
430: Why'd i have to buy a computer, to find a nice new pen ? --May. 8, 1997
429: The Boojum is a cactus, which down in Baja blooms --May. 8, 1997
428: They last fed Maria Shriver in 1964 --May. 8, 1997
427: M A L L ! ! --May. 8, 1997
426: The man on the moon --May. 8, 1997
425: blue rocks , fish tank --May. 7, 1997
424: shoebox --May. 8, 1997
423: Her green eyes are not for me --May. 7, 1997
422: Shadows fall and I come out --May. 8, 1997
421: Since you came along --May. 7, 1997
420: she has green eyes, but that is not all --May. 7, 1997
419: I am the Whore of Babylon, --May. 7, 1997
418: What do hands say about faces? --May. 7, 1997
417: There are chickens in the alley! --May. 7, 1997
416: I compose poems drunk... like boogie woogie keyboard --May. 7, 1997
415: sit upon a shroom --May. 7, 1997
414: A sheet of rose petals for your repose --May. 7, 1997
413: U my bizan teeum --May. 7, 1997
412: If mephisto had had donuts --May. 7, 1997
411: horrific erasable truth --May. 7, 1997
410: every morning.. he read her completed poems --May. 7, 1997
409: sailor ...hat worn beyond recognition --May. 7, 1997
408: he's too busy .. too authentic --May. 7, 1997
407: The orange tasted sweet --May. 7, 1997
406: Hardest thing in the world --May. 7, 1997
405: ... the cobbler should stick to his last ... --May. 7, 1997
404: Come speak to the silence of my heart. --May. 7, 1997
403: Mausoleums for --May. 7, 1997
402: "Give up" is not in my vocabulary and surrender is not for me --May. 7, 1997
401: The atoms of love I shall hereby reveal --May. 7, 1997
400: Ibis cranes egrets herons,dance out in the swamp --May. 7, 1997
399: Still searching for the G-spot, after lo these 30 years --May. 7, 1997
398: Hello, hello is anybody out there? --May. 7, 1997
397: As the grass grows riotous under my feet. --May. 7, 1997
396: deep universal truths, distant from our mind ... --May. 7, 1997
395: silent stars overhead, waves thundering at my feet. --May. 7, 1997
394: Careening with vanilla milkshakes --May. 7, 1997
393: Brain cacophony becomes --May. 7, 1997
392: He stood in the shadows --May. 7, 1997
391: It was to dark to see --May. 7, 1997
390: her love was like a calabash...a pungent smoking dish --May. 7, 1997
389: porter, lager, ale, and stout, --May. 7, 1997
388: When love comes to town --May. 7, 1997
387: I feel older by the hour, all the youthful verse about --May. 7, 1997
386: ok kids! scavenger hunt! --May. 7, 1997
385: they had to kill her, there was no way she would get off the stage --May. 6, 1997
384: The godess of love sat on a park bench --May. 6, 1997
383: hitchhikers dream --May. 6, 1997
382: Its a fever, came on so fast, sicksicksick --May. 7, 1997
381: slumber party --May. 7, 1997
380: Crazy? I was crazy once! --May. 6, 1997
379: Violet is heading out to all the yardsales early --May. 6, 1997
378: We dont want no trash like that here --May. 6, 1997
377: We are stardust and moonlight lunacy --May. 6, 1997
376: Dont rule out spontaineous combustion --May. 6, 1997
375: Bayou Belles --May. 6, 1997
374: How did we get from there to here --May. 6, 1997
373: I got far away from college before they roont my brain --May. 6, 1997
372: Seeking inspiration within nature, the Lake Poets were mocked --May. 6, 1997
371: DO YOU FEEL THE WAY I DO? WHEN YOU TELL ME YOU LOVE ME? DO YOU KNOW HWAT I WOULD GIVE, FOR ONE MORE NIGHT WITH YOU, TO HOLD YOU, AND WHISPER A THOUSAND NOTHINGS IN YOUR EAR. I WOULD MEMORIZE EACH --May. 6, 1997
370: sigmund was a dirty old man --May. 6, 1997
369: waste not your love on a one eyed box --May. 7, 1997
368: Lavendar, the color of my words of love --May. 6, 1997
367: and alabaster bosom --May. 6, 1997
366: relecting from her scarlet hair --May. 6, 1997
365: zenbop --May. 6, 1997
364: pitch the troubador a copper, for another bawdy song --May. 6, 1997
363: Bring on my Celtic Knight ! --May. 6, 1997
362: I bid you all the morning air, and motion toward the sun --May. 6, 1997
361: Lavendar, the color of my words of love. --May. 6, 1997
360: A single drop of thought, spawns life upon the page --May. 6, 1997
359: Treestumps weeping on the battlefield. --May. 6, 1997
358: Come celebrate with me , the dance of life --May. 6, 1997
357: Dick Tracy, Roy Rogers, and Batman I used to watch them all. --May. 6, 1997
356: Beware Lamourette's Kiss. Never be plucked, my pidgeon. --May. 6, 1997
355: the smell of alcohol on her breathe reminds me --May. 6, 1997
354: The power of a full moon --May. 6, 1997
353: someone's drinking rum tonight --May. 6, 1997
352: I walked in on your party--down on all fours --May. 6, 1997
351: Bartender a beer... What hath God draught ? --May. 5, 1997
350: Help some one please.. a leash.. collar, license for my dogerel --May. 6, 1997
349: Reductus Non Fallatio.. I heard the Pope intone --May. 6, 1997
348: We both pledge Love Internal --May. 6, 1997
347: Pyroclastic spandex elastic, fatties in a jam --May. 6, 1997
346: She took my soul somewhere outside of Kansas --May. 5, 1997
345: if he hurts you again --May. 6, 1997
344: poetry is a madness, not unlike the other kinds --May. 5, 1997
343: the beauty of the vulture is in the way he soars --May. 6, 1997
342: my cala lillys bloomed again this year --May. 5, 1997
341: ramit cramit jamit slamit baby deep inside --May. 5, 1997
340: F*me F*me turdys princes cried --May. 6, 1997
339: Season me with spring and summer --May. 5, 1997
338: Sick and tired I take one more sip --May. 5, 1997
337: I am Free --May. 5, 1997
336: Ashamed, she packed her vowels away --May. 5, 1997
335: be brave and shave your armpits --May. 5, 1997
334: Qwertyuiop --May. 5, 1997
333: BE SENSIBLE ! --May. 5, 1997
332: lizards make love in my greenhouse --May. 5, 1997
331: wanton wrecker.. Poet ! --May. 5, 1997
330: Add the line --May. 5, 1997
329: Let me tell you a story about Mt. Lollyray --May. 5, 1997
328: She's never hip, she's hardly trendy, she clings like last years knits! --May. 5, 1997
327: Out in the tropical rainforest, surrounded by the songs of water and of frogs and lizards and snakes --May. 5, 1997
326: Grape jelly, sweet and sticky --May. 5, 1997
325: What terrible agony it was --May. 5, 1997
324: Be brave and strong as you leave me dear --May. 5, 1997
323: She drank my beer, and left with another --May. 5, 1997
322: No one grasped my plastic salmon nor believed my computer duck --May. 5, 1997
321: Bring on my Celtic Princess ! --May. 5, 1997
320: God Damn the ground I walk on! --May. 5, 1997
319: Just count me madam, a low and humble babarian crawling in the dust --May. 5, 1997
318: poets don't die the normal way --May. 5, 1997
317: I'm sick and tired of standing in the verge, --May. 5, 1997
316: By what strange and magic chance did we meet? --May. 5, 1997
315: Who can predict the future? --May. 5, 1997
314: In the fortuitousness of time, stand those secluded by their own minds, emotionless. --May. 5, 1997
313: What habit this hobbitt --May. 5, 1997
312: radiant ideas she left like shining stones --May. 5, 1997
311: Without trepidation I release results --May. 5, 1997
310: Heaven bending under the weight of a multitude of prayers --May. 5, 1997
309: a fragrant spot, between two legs of a journey --May. 5, 1997
308: Bassoons are dangeous weopons --May. 5, 1997
307: Georgia O'keefe had a wrinkled artist's butt. --May. 4, 1997
306: I want to eat chocolates and strawberries from parts of your body not mentioned in this poem --May. 4, 1997
305: The Auto Club Prize For Poetry Nominee --May. 5, 1997
304: place anatomical metaphor here --May. 5, 1997
303: My cold embrace froze his heart --May. 4, 1997
302: Her teak hull rolled down --May. 5, 1997
301: Plonkle --May. 4, 1997
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