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"absolut" poems
"Poetry is confession, obsession, reflection. Empathic minds, valentines, hope divined. It's a kiss, whispered sweetly" (2) who needs challenges, commissions. kicks~in~le butte~ when heaven heaves rains, one downs tall orders in short shot glass verses, which glossed over at its first communion(cation, come back months later to subtract - another poem from where it lay dormant on the doormat of my sub~sub~terranes of my diluted subconscious au natured dry & rugged terrain a favored poet, a secretive admirer, whoa~whose~her truthful name, I've yet to uncover, but whose one true soul inspires me repeatedly, ana~lyrically licks me into dredging from me un begrudgingly and yet, another love poem, she herself wrote when elixiring (commentating (3)) 'pon one of mine, a long long time ago Alas!  Alack! unnaturally immodest, one concedes, when obviously a Super~Woman!-cedes, seeds in three verses, what I  could never unknot nor uncover so I requite & requote with unlabored pleasure miz patty m's primary terse verse, neither secondary & never tertiary, her absolut perfect mixed drink defining, summarizing, the essences of love *"(Love) Poetry is confession, obsession, reflection. Empathic minds, valentines, hope divined. It's a kiss, whispered sweetly"* I concede, in deed, and in writing, I know nothing, of writing of only love poetry and all the great predecessors, elsewhere lyricized, named and tabulated, by yet another women, (1) I will take my weary words elsewhere, and if perhaps, disguised as a woman, (Natalie, Natasha, Natali see note below) perhaps my verbal herbal insides, my turgid insights, will be shorter, sweeter, but never more completer than those of, who can syncopate it in rhyme and the naming of my predilection, by mid~initial, will give a measuring of solace, and a kiss and hug from my mirrored selfie, having been unsuccessful at my one chosen endeavor, only love poetry, adieu, I, due, utter Nevermore                     M>
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Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 3:38 PM UTC
"A love poem is a kiss, whispered sweetly"
"Poetry is confession, obsession, reflection. Empathic minds, valentines, hope divined. It's a kiss, whispered sweetly" (2) who needs challenges, commissions. kicks~in~le butte~ when heaven heaves rains, one downs tall orders in short shot glass verses, which glossed over at its first communion(cation, come back months later to subtract - another poem from where it lay dormant on the doormat of my sub~sub~terranes of my diluted subconscious au natured dry & rugged terrain a favored poet, a secretive admirer, whoa~whose~her truthful name, I've yet to uncover, but whose one true soul inspires me repeatedly, ana~lyrically licks me into dredging from me un begrudgingly and yet, another love poem, she herself wrote when elixiring (commentating (3)) 'pon one of mine, a long long time ago Alas!  Alack! unnaturally immodest, one concedes, when obviously a Super~Woman!-cedes, seeds in three verses, what I  could never unknot nor uncover so I requite & requote with unlabored pleasure miz patty m's primary terse verse, neither secondary & never tertiary, her absolut perfect mixed drink defining, summarizing, the essences of love *"(Love) Poetry is confession, obsession, reflection. Empathic minds, valentines, hope divined. It's a kiss, whispered sweetly"* I concede, in deed, and in writing, I know nothing, of writing of only love poetry and all the great predecessors, elsewhere lyricized, named and tabulated, by yet another women, (1) I will take my weary words elsewhere, and if perhaps, disguised as a woman, (Natalie, Natasha, Natali see note below) perhaps my verbal herbal insides, my turgid insights, will be shorter, sweeter, but never more completer than those of, who can syncopate it in rhyme and the naming of my predilection, by mid~initial, will give a measuring of solace, and a kiss and hug from my mirrored selfie, having been unsuccessful at my one chosen endeavor, only love poetry, adieu, I, due, utter Nevermore                     M>
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The forever-stench of hoboken The most composed... undress Loosened to a senseless smirk Keep walking... The prettiest eyes droop to a cool low Posture is hard to keep with them shots! Keep walking... Messaging another senseful planet the boring absurdity of now Watch your step! Her fine italian dinner is inches away Or is it fine thai... It's vulgarity kills any sense of definition Uh oh... now there are more puddles! Keep away from those leaking lakes Of sushi... sashimi... heineken... absolut! Absolutely acceptable in this town! Come on! We're almost out of it Out of the town we were once so happy to visit just a couple of hours ago When everyone was efficient, and not venturing ***** When communication wasn't fogged, but clear and easy When men didn't dress like 14 year old boys trying to score at a house party And women didn't give away their IQ so easily, heads slightly bent forward with a lack of direction Maybe it was home, maybe it was danger, maybe it was fun The zombie within arose with a wretched stench of alcohol Yet this will never stop selling People are sold this "treasure" of acceptance, rank, a strong sense of esotericism, all lies Yet in reality, they are simple facades, regular people like you and me. O Hoboken, you stink
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Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 9:40 PM UTC
Hoboken (pt1)
ABSOLUT 0! the greedy trees liked to bleed the green to spite the leaves. they seem to be pretty pleased by believing in a definitive middle.    then **** soon flew off the richter cause it wasn't so simple, 1 to 3 easy.            when the police beeped the gentry, oil already leaked on the scene even though hunting season was ending. &seeding; season pleaded for beginning & forgiveness for bearing false witness to a new system called self sufficience. take one leave one break one mean one make one be one of what.
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
Dali Dharma Delphi
I always feel my best with pulsing veins of Absolut or Johnnie Walker neat, or devil’s dust to take away my pain, a thin syringe injecting hell’s deceit. Though sorrow loses strength with needle sting and moods arise with belts of liquid heat, I know the tingling twitch will always bring electric blood when morning comes to greet. But still I struggle with the current’s craze, euphoric numb that always plugs and sways the battle in-between the nights and days, the sunset hour with all its shades of grays where all the choices made are surely wrong- I wake at dusk and start my morning strong.
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Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 7:50 AM UTC
A Sonnet for Euphoria
she is inescapable fringe coefficient a strange perfume tonight lips to the phone he took her on a laptronica trip bitters and Absolut and pistachio listening to the frightful sections of an unused movie score and playing a new game —studies in paralysis no sympathy, no violins just musette and drums just an avalanche of images frame-by-frame
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May 14, 2023
May 14, 2023 at 6:24 PM UTC
Studies in Paralysis, Pt. 3
oh how ignorant i must've been. to think the best things in the world were hot coffee and cigarettes, drinking on the beach while fireworks went off. the overwhelming sense of reality I'd get when the wind would pull me out to sea and waves would kiss my thighs. these were the best things, not but a week ago. and now i know with nothing but absolut conviction, the best thing in this world is waking up to kisses on my shoulders from a man i hardly know yet i know is one of us. goodmorning, beautiful.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC
ignorant.
Machmal denke ich günstig für nicht sein, Denn ich kann nicht zu viel sehr gut machen. Ich bin zu klein, zu kurz, and nicht klug Nicht friedlich genug, oder zu verrückt und komisch. Meine Geschwister meinten das ich bin sehr ägerlich. Aber meine Freunde hat etwas anderes sagen. Sie denken ich bin nett and freundlich, Lustig and vielleicht schon, Und ein absolut Schlauberger. Ich glaube sie fast nie, Aber ich beginne zu sie glauben. Sometimes I think I'm good for nothing Because I cannot do too much well. I am too small, too short, and not smart Not peaceful enough or too crazy and weird. My siblings think that I'm very annoying But my friends have said something else. They think I'm nice and friendly Funny and maybe pretty And an absolute smarty pants I almost never believe them But I am beginning to believe them.
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Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
a third german poem. (who knows how well translated this is)
under the aparent darkness, the nacar red of your lips give me ligth. between the tender and quiet kisses of fire, you absorved my darkness there was no magic, it was just that, two dark beings absorving ligth. a beast with a loewe head, desolated, tormented, for his pain. between the lost and desdain, and with desire sticked to his skin. the ligth in absolut darkness, years looking that skin of silk, those lips sweet as honney. the silky and perfumated lips, of a beautiful shadow, a lioness in the dark. and who will know, only darkness, about that silk skin, that give ligth, in a dark nigth. a loewe, the lost descendant, looking the way, and to that silk skin, of honey gold and fire. a lion lost in shadows, looking that skin, that as divine grace, or gifth of friendly gods. found me, catch and love me in the shadows, rigth before dawn, giving life to the blackened heart. and the flux of life, of strength, to resist mi strokes, controling herself tenderly. never scared of my roarings, only the beautiful fire, she give me, with her nacar red lips. her femmale lips, a beast, beautiful with her skin of silk, perfumated and HERMOSA,  A MUSE IN THE SHADOW. tenderly resisting to the attacks of a beast, thirsty of her, her *** her blood, kissing her skin inch by inch. the HERMOSA shadow, with silk skin, and nacar red lips, resist even thou, she wanted to lay next to this beast thirsty of her, her body, her etternal legs, her *** of MUJER HERMOSA, the beautiful and sweet lioness, that was mine in absolut darkness..
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
en la oscuridad, in darkness the translation
under the aparent darkness, the nacar red of your lips give me ligth. between the tender and quiet kisses of fire, you absorved my darkness there was no magic, it was just that, two dark beings absorving ligth. a beast with a loewe head, desolated, tormented, for his pain. between the lost and desdain, and with desire sticked to his skin. the ligth in absolut darkness, years looking that skin of silk, those lips sweet as honney. the silky and perfumated lips, of a beautiful shadow, a lioness in the dark. and who will know, only darkness, about that silk skin, that give ligth, in a dark nigth. a loewe, the lost descendant, looking the way, and to that silk skin, of honey gold and fire. a lion lost in shadows, looking that skin, that as divine grace, or gifth of friendly gods. found me, catch and love me in the shadows, rigth before dawn, giving life to the blackened heart. and the flux of life, of strength, to resist mi strokes, controling herself tenderly. never scared of my roarings, only the beautiful fire, she give me, with her nacar red lips. her femmale lips, a beast, beautiful with her skin of silk, perfumated and HERMOSA,  A MUSE IN THE SHADOW. tenderly resisting to the attacks of a beast, thirsty of her, her *** her blood, kissing her skin inch by inch. the HERMOSA shadow, with silk skin, and nacar red lips, resist even thou, she wanted to lay next to this beast thirsty of her, her body, her etternal legs, her *** of MUJER HERMOSA, the beautiful and sweet lioness, that was mine in absolut darkness..
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kiss me with a mouthful of mango sorbet; you taste like home and feel like winter. my craven desires, and innocence in the arch of your neck: caveats concealed in kisses; you have misgivings and we have lain here for years upon years desiring little more than to be swallowed up by our sins and shadows. I'll be honest, if your moral halflife is longer than the school year, then what's the point? your beta decay is pathetic, you're impotent, the radiation is too weak to be of any harm; set my geiger counter abuzz, like my phone begging for attention like you should beg for mine, and I Love It, you know I do, quand tu manges Le Gateaux, such an eager little **** seeking absolution like I have anything other than Absolut to offer you. you drink with the desperation of a desert-dehydrated man, with the fervor of a woman throwing herself, time and again, at the Glass Ceiling, further success visible and attainable: you always spoke to me like you had a mouthful of broken Faberge eggs, and to close your mouth would be to Invite Pain. you were always averse to pain, though you relished in inflicting it, and I loved little more than to be bruised and beaten and bloodied by your ardent affections.
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Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
a mouthful
it's too boring to be simply up to no good vanilla skin and ashen lips, shaking hands sly, slender nostrils that started drip wine again convinced she's not a person without him when she laughs that cool laugh these straight lines that keep her coiled and uncoiling again she smells like absolut and lust, cheap perfume
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
nicolette
I am dumb with wonder, that I'm not torn asunder, that my brain and body don't burst, under the torment of the demon that lives in me. He longs to be free, struggling clawing, scratching to be released, shrieking at me to write the words that reside inside. I tried hard to drown him with ***** and Guinness Stout, but he learned to swim. So once again, we toast the night alone by candlelight, as I read Sylvia Plath while he takes a bath in dark Irish beer. He knows that writing's fantastic, ******** electric, and we *** together as he whispers me sweet prose while doing the back float in a sea of Absolut. I'm destitute, but he doesn't care, just as long as I share his seed that spills from my quill. And so, I hear is shrill voice in the middle of the night, screaming, screeching, write ************ write.
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May 4, 2023
May 4, 2023 at 4:03 PM UTC
The Demon of Creative Energy
"Dalam segala manis dan tragisnya perkawinan, Kami sebagai perempuan, mati berkali-kali Dan lahir pula kembali— Tentu juga berkali-kali Disaat kau menyaksikan puluhan katup bibir yang mengatakan “Sah.” Disaat itu pula, Kau seakan disadarkan Bahwa kau tak lebih dari pisau yang harus terus diasah Bukan supaya tajam untuk dapat menikam, Namun supaya siap mencacah manis-pahitnya peristiwa kehidupan menjadi dadu-dadu kecil Lalu menanyakan untuk menyerapnya kembali Untuk diri sendiri Kau, Mati dan lahir lagi, Bukan sebagai isteri, Namun seutuhnya sebagai wanita yang mengayomi Sampai akhirnya kematian itu berdiri di depan pintu Untuk menjemputmu lagi Disaat kau duduk dan melihat pandangan puluhan manusia Yang seakan-akan mengatakan, “Berpandailah dengan urusan dapur.” Mereka dengan bodohnya menutup mata kepada fakta Bahwa sekarang, kau adalah busur Yang dengan senantiasa akan mengarahkan kemana anak-anak panahmu melaju Kau, bertulang rusuk dan adalah tulang rusuk Bukan tulang rusuk dari lanangmu, Namun dari rumah segala rumah Disaat insan keci itu menangis lahir, Disitulah Tuhan dengan segala kuasa-Nya menyemukakanmu Dengan kelahiran yang absolut. Mutlak. Nyata. Tanpa majas atau embel-embel. Kau, bukan hanya wanita bersusu yang menyusui; Walau serapanmu terhadap puji-kejinya kehidupan Akan juga diserap oleh ‘anak panah’ mu Melalui air susu dan tutur katamu Disaat kau melahirkan anak manusia, Tentunya tanpa tanda tanya, Kau betul-betul Lahir kembali."
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Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC
Lahir Matinya Perempuan
"Dalam segala manis dan tragisnya perkawinan, Kami sebagai perempuan, mati berkali-kali Dan lahir pula kembali— Tentu juga berkali-kali Disaat kau menyaksikan puluhan katup bibir yang mengatakan “Sah.” Disaat itu pula, Kau seakan disadarkan Bahwa kau tak lebih dari pisau yang harus terus diasah Bukan supaya tajam untuk dapat menikam, Namun supaya siap mencacah manis-pahitnya peristiwa kehidupan menjadi dadu-dadu kecil Lalu menanyakan untuk menyerapnya kembali Untuk diri sendiri Kau, Mati dan lahir lagi, Bukan sebagai isteri, Namun seutuhnya sebagai wanita yang mengayomi Sampai akhirnya kematian itu berdiri di depan pintu Untuk menjemputmu lagi Disaat kau duduk dan melihat pandangan puluhan manusia Yang seakan-akan mengatakan, “Berpandailah dengan urusan dapur.” Mereka dengan bodohnya menutup mata kepada fakta Bahwa sekarang, kau adalah busur Yang dengan senantiasa akan mengarahkan kemana anak-anak panahmu melaju Kau, bertulang rusuk dan adalah tulang rusuk Bukan tulang rusuk dari lanangmu, Namun dari rumah segala rumah Disaat insan keci itu menangis lahir, Disitulah Tuhan dengan segala kuasa-Nya menyemukakanmu Dengan kelahiran yang absolut. Mutlak. Nyata. Tanpa majas atau embel-embel. Kau, bukan hanya wanita bersusu yang menyusui; Walau serapanmu terhadap puji-kejinya kehidupan Akan juga diserap oleh ‘anak panah’ mu Melalui air susu dan tutur katamu Disaat kau melahirkan anak manusia, Tentunya tanpa tanda tanya, Kau betul-betul Lahir kembali."
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and you feel the day slip away - i lost my incredibly absolut day to a wafer thin, cappuccino hued boy who showed an infinity for expressing his appreciation for color and curiosity by outfitting himself in raven blues and navy blacks. and on his angular cheeks and butterfly lashes, i caught the honor of an absolut wink and a flush of mischief. on the promise of a full, absolute day, i felt my day slip away as certain as his wingless back held my eye and ducked down a sunlit alley and i pulled my hoarsed voice into whispering, "hello."
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
My Cappuccino Hello
Take this feeling from my gut, or give me a gun Carbonated soda in the pit of your stomach And candy cane lips I wanna **** on Excuse me for being crass, but all I want is your hands on my *** Your nails are gonna dig a thousand stories into my skin And I've never felt more alive Singing the absolut lullaby
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Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 2:20 PM UTC
Triple Dog Dare You
*** bestemte sig for, at før *** døde ville *** være nogens yndlings gemmested. Det sted hvor de kunne gemme det de vidste de manglede for at kunne overleve, hver hemmelighed, hver ensomhed, hver nervøs bøn, og være absolut sikker på at *** ville beskytte det. *** ville beskytte det
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC
bucketlist
with every promise comes uncertainty, and that's something i've never been comfortable with so i'd like to say, "i promise," and i'd like to say, "forever," but you said, "fornever," and chased it down with a shot of absolut plus "and for always,"and then i managed to convinced myself, "i can handle tonight," and you said, "i love you," so i said, "please, please... take me down," and you said, "how far?" so i... showed you.
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Jun 5, 2010
Jun 5, 2010 at 9:10 PM UTC
we watched our kiss in a reflection.
. absolute power corrupts absolutely absolute power corrupts abs solutely absolute po wer corrupts absol utely absolute p owe corrupts ab solutely absolute power corrupts a bsolutely absolut ely absolute pow er corrupts absol utely absolute po were corrupts ab solutely absolute power corrupt ab solutely absolute p o w e r corrupts absolutely ab solute power corrupts abeolute ly absolute power absolute power corrupts absolute ly absolute po wer corrupt s absolute power
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Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
Dicktator
den mest afskyelige følelse nogensinde, et vink, hvorfor, hvordan kan man være så dum, som mig absolut den mest nedværdigende følelse nogensinde, desperat, jeg kan se det for mig, dig der råber af ham i telefonen, går direkte forbi mig, dig der snakker med hende, går direkte forbi mig, jeg kan høre dine tanker, desperat, desperat, desperat, absolut den mest afskyelige nedværdigende følelse nogensinde,
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
av
Running outside under a quiet moon, Moments stolen in a crowded room. Gentle curves over table edges, Absolut-ly visual perfection. You long for a touch more intoxicating than everclear, Because all you want is whoever is near.
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
Alcohol
Yes, I have been drinking, and none of that will make me forget my legs around his waist. were there hands on my *** I can't remember, his hair's so long, so soft, when I pulled it and pushed him against my body. Oh, happy new year. I can feel my eyes glow again when I think about yours No smile No smirk Just lips, against mine, missing in intoxication. Oh, the absolut lullaby. Singing me to sleep. You made my lip swell, honey. I expect a goodnight kiss for that. "Tonight was fun and we still had our clothes on, so that's a lot on it's own."
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Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
two oh el trees
Here's that recurring pattern again, I guess its justice with how I've treated others all the way up to this year's end. I probably deserve this, I can be on my way, Watching what could have been fade away, So many things I will miss, Never again be able to have one more first kiss. But still there's so many things I wish I could say, Maybe its just not my time, Or the maybe the standards are too high, Whatever the reason, I guess tis the season. Happy holidays, may your loved ones be merry, I'll be here singing love songs with my sweetheart; Absolut Cherry.
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
Christmas in Limbo