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SUNFLOWER

CATEGORY

life

It keeps away the dark

It's big as a mother's heart

It's what we draw after we learn to crawl

We love its rusty reds and browns, its blazing golds and yellows

If it could talk it might emit a very sweet bellow

We keep it under our minds' protective bowers

In case we need true flower power

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		lovelylady1 says: This one put a smile on my face my dear king! I live in a state the is nicknamed after this flower! poems by this commentor My Dear Heart Thank You Ya Dumb Azz Slept on It!
		after vision says: I love the fact that sunflowers grow in some of the most dangerous places in the world and always brings a smile, thanks my poet poems by this commentor Talking to my heart if love is free she didn't know
		LP45 says: Beautifully scribed. poems by this commentor For Unknown Reasons The Closed Mind Syndrome So Sensual, So Sweet

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YOUNG BRIDE ACCUSES GROOM OF SEXUAL HARASSMENT.

HE WANTED TO LOOK UP MY DRESS, SHE SAID.

A MUSICAL SAINT

Antoine "Fats" Domino, Jr.

1928-2017

epigram

each one of us

is a tiny masterpiece in

life's flow of

closing circles.

TV VAUDEVILLE

The crazy weatherman

is sure he'll soon be a billionaire

with all that climate change

jingling in his pockets!

On Sexual Harassment

I met this hottie at Starbucks, told her half jokingly, that I was lonely, lived down the street and wanted to show her my etchings.

She barfed her latte, said "Not in a million years, ***er! " and disappeared.

Don't men and women wanna have fun together anymore??

The Pottery Limerick

The potter was always in a pother

So busy she had to hire her daughter

Objects deformed in the kiln

Loss close to a mil

And heiresses suing for slaughter

yellow girls

yellow girls are a treasure

green eyes

and body sweet pleasure

yellow girls are a treasure

they purr

like eartha kitt

and always give all of "it"

ghetto pool dyke

she had skin of such pitch black hue

it shone blue

every time she brandished her long pool cue

BEAUTIFUL MISCEGENATION

the day

i bought

a white mink coat

for my pitch black girl

THE MOON AND NIGHT DRIPPED HONEY

SQUEAKY CHALK

ON A PITCH BLACK BLACKBOARD

is what haunts many a music student.