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"needier" poems
met my maker *not for the first time, two acquaintances periodical, two boon craftsmen, artisansals, bs-gab-talking about who is surely the better poet, glinting, side-splitting, raucous laughter in our dueling self-mockery* *neither takes the other too serious, but of each other, we take endless, never satisfied, insufficient, each needier for the rapper inside and repartee, adoring our jiving unique camaraderie, all-the-while, knowing our balance unequal, but not caring* *for as equals we meet, to revel and reflect, revealing things of each other that only we know, meant not for sharing ever, for these webbed strands binding, at same time, release, permitting a tough honesty tally, truth not a concept, unnecessary, for how could we ever hide our love mutuel* *we sitting bestride and beside, in ye old, weather-beat-down chairs Adirondack, having come hewn from trees centuries old, now overlooking the Bay, we eyeing a solitary fisherman whom, we both knowingly aware, metaphor for that day that will come to collect me away to a new locale, where we will yet still needle each other, with mercy unforgiving, not for our misdeeds, for never* is forgivenessasked for or given, not taboo, but holy unnecessary for such is the way the between the designer and the artifact, the poet and the poem, the craft and the object, gardener and her fruits, a cellular understanding that comprehends the interlocking necessity of our natures, that our shared endings, are a duelity, both finale and gateway to our next poem!  https://hellopoetry.com/poem/462537/how-i-observed-the-day-of-atonement/
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Jun 30, 2023
Jun 30, 2023 at 7:46 AM UTC
Met My Maker (you have too!)
met my maker *not for the first time, two acquaintances periodical, two boon craftsmen, artisansals, bs-gab-talking about who is surely the better poet, glinting, side-splitting, raucous laughter in our dueling self-mockery* *neither takes the other too serious, but of each other, we take endless, never satisfied, insufficient, each needier for the rapper inside and repartee, adoring our jiving unique camaraderie, all-the-while, knowing our balance unequal, but not caring* *for as equals we meet, to revel and reflect, revealing things of each other that only we know, meant not for sharing ever, for these webbed strands binding, at same time, release, permitting a tough honesty tally, truth not a concept, unnecessary, for how could we ever hide our love mutuel* *we sitting bestride and beside, in ye old, weather-beat-down chairs Adirondack, having come hewn from trees centuries old, now overlooking the Bay, we eyeing a solitary fisherman whom, we both knowingly aware, metaphor for that day that will come to collect me away to a new locale, where we will yet still needle each other, with mercy unforgiving, not for our misdeeds, for never* is forgivenessasked for or given, not taboo, but holy unnecessary for such is the way the between the designer and the artifact, the poet and the poem, the craft and the object, gardener and her fruits, a cellular understanding that comprehends the interlocking necessity of our natures, that our shared endings, are a duelity, both finale and gateway to our next poem!  https://hellopoetry.com/poem/462537/how-i-observed-the-day-of-atonement/
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Taint, a tender trap? Blue of the sky, remembered by a cloud: Faintly, the poetry of life, and its hap Has the voice to step forward, and remind the season of the proud: A hatful of poor decision's, has its merit... But the cool eye of embarrassment Has come and gone, with meet to understand, limited... To ours, the count of couth, is one more irony's lament? Hate me when you see the dragon... Ought fix and fit enough futures The life of a needier first, is always a sorrow last, a harrowed tongue? Has said the obvious, a role in the heinous is a fools curiosity... Throwing tenderness at you, like one of thumbs even is... Reasons may give you onus, a variety to concede a gift Coming for beauty, and its rosy inclination, a truer wisdom That has survived the heed, the beating wings of condition to lift: Hate me one more time, a reality of pain has become a champion: To the fate, the hardened courage of youth, with a challenged whisper? May a knowing hurt, be the fascinated letter of providence Seeing the obvious, a bird of purer colors, will finish the kiss? Guns with an imagination...? Salt in a brutish court, of angers more, to swear in romantic language Still the burden of squalor, with a slighter lip of intimation? Your fruit is sweeter by the secrecy, as if, a cold shoulder ever is a place for rage...
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Feb 1, 2023
Feb 1, 2023 at 6:03 PM UTC
Wink At A Doll, And No Man Earns A Wall...
He said I would never forget the taste of his name on my lips, the soft sound of his breath against my irregular heart beat he told me, the first thing about love was to find the right cadence of their name in your mouth, it was more important than the brush of fingertips on naked skin, hungrier than the touch of lips on lips, needier than a thousand goodnights. My tongue fitted the shape of it, somehow, and I know a name by any other rose would taste bitter, like unsweetened lemonade and our goodbyes would be the same, passionless, less urgent, asserting that I would never forget the taste of my first love's name on my lips
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
Naming Ceremony
=================== O my most unforgettable poem, You are the strongest aphrodisiac Thrilling me softly Like wild butterflies Believing in the goodness Your lascivious words Imbue high and low intoxication Champagne kiss captured in mind maze Enjoying the organized upheaval I stumble and fall in love With your silken intimacy You are just like My photograph in the frame Brave half angel Singing a song without a music Words I need to express you Come to me as a flash so easily As they are needier to fit in you, my poem Your silken intimacy made me weightless To fall upon you and I become your ultimate partner Written by ~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
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Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 2:51 PM UTC
Silken Intimacy
the boy is at my house again and he is excited to be away from a house full of needy children and needier father the boy has been hurt in a different  way every single time he has come over here I am beggining to worry about him is it all an accident? he still hasn't mentioned blue eyes and brown hair
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Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
visiting boy
it's awkward and tense. it often is when every word is read and not heard. but this is different somehow. it's forced. maybe you're busy or i am needier than i would ever admit. maybe i have done wrong again. i'm getting anxious. primal instincts kick in. fight or flight. i'm getting weaker. i'm pushing you away with hands that shake flight. every time it goes off it isn't you. so i just stop checking. flight.
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
#2
The needier you are the more attractive the other becomes.
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Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
relationships 10W