love poetry
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Love is like peanut butter some prefer it smooth, glides easily along the bread others like it chunky, rough, more substance, texture, nothing comes easy, tears the bread up from time to time Read more
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Love is a driver’s license photo You know who the person in the picture is – sort of, maybe you think it is you – your glazed eye, mug-shot provenance makes even you double-check triple-check yourself in the mirror the morning after facial expression defying logical description; contorted hybrid of happiness and electrocution-by-chair It was Read more
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Reserved seating this is not first-come, first-served you cannot get a ticket from a scalper only from my personal box office not ‘second-run’ house my heart is the first-run feature now playing only the latest and best Sit back, relax. Enjoy the show. And please keep your dirty feet off of the seats in front Read more
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Love is a compunction albeit an unctuous one it is an albatross, a cross to makes you feel bare Love makes for weird poetry, messy emotions hackneyed devotions far exceeding alliterative quotas for exasperation Read more
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She loves me, she loves me not Played that game as a kid, for fun with and without the flower, played it frequently later, for keeps Won once or twice I have over picked my life’s quota of prophetic daisies, come out on either side of the nursery rhyme sometimes the right verse, wrong time Read more
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Summer is when you most think of her, want her hot, sultry, at times stifling melting into yourself, sweat trickles into places that spark imagination, irritate, perturb undeniably sensual, cursable, so memorably bemusing she will return, as always, the bittersweet equinox of her Read more
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Love is like a day at the county fair flashing neon, loud music, exotic sights, smells, sounds, enticements sensory overload You know you shouldn’t over indulge but you do and then you get sick but what a ride, oh what a ride! Faster! Faster! Faster! Up! Down! All around! Spinning! Dropping! Whirling! Faster! Faster! Spinning Read more
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The ratio of hearts broken to girls loved lacked only the coefficient of understanding statistics quantify the what fail to enumerate the costs, causes and effects showing the work only proves what I have long known; I suck at math. Read more
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Love is an oscillating lawn sprinkler you may have to periodically adjust your positioning maybe adjust the pressure just a bit yet sooner or later most everything gets sprinkled Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 