JUST SEX and POETRY

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ADRIAN DeVINE II

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#1377
Jun 2, 2012
 
I knew there would be days like this;
the clock crawling across the wall,
depression in the sky,
only memories to fill the time
I hoped to use for writing,

so I leave the silence
to speak for itself
and submit a blank page
to which I sign my name

noting the time exactly
when the first drop of darkness
falls in the yard where the birds
have been calling
since dawn.
THE LOVE MACHINE

Brisbane, Australia

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#1378
Jun 2, 2012
 
I am the call of happy cranes,
the sigh of the wind around fruit-bearing trees.
And, of course, Sir
I am the perforated nipples
that change everything into symbols,
like the storm in the last stanza of a poem.
I am almost dawn
wanting to be broken
if only to say something.
And I cannot pay for a book of poetry
but I am present in all of them
as the dirty billow of abandonment,
or the clear day of dreams.

Robin Tierra
THE LOVE MACHINE

Brisbane, Australia

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#1379
Jun 2, 2012
 
"KEEPSAKES."

I gave him a scarf, three silver dollars,
a scrapbook, and an empty journal.
He gave me chocolate, six roses,
two orgasms; later,
a heart full of regret.
We traded one closet for the other,
exchanging clothing like some exchange vows.
Four memories of love’s declarations;
three spontaneous embraces; after some time
two lives broken:
one on either side.
We lay prone, the clouds descending from their
upwards realm
onto the mundane surface of our lives.
ADRIAN DeVINE II

Brisbane, Australia

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#1380
Jun 2, 2012
 
for all the drunks
and their rotten screaming families
for the mental illness
and depression and despair
for the bitch of bad luck
for all the stupid pretty flowers
that sit around and say nothing at all
for the moon and loneliness
for the goth chicks that got away
for the dying songbirds
for the pain of being alive
and the fear of dying
and the lying bearded assholes
who talk about God
and all the rest of you lousy shits
who were no help at all......

"Suck It Up !"
ADRIAN DeVINE II

Brisbane, Australia

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#1381
Jun 2, 2012
 
When you write a poem
the last thing
you should be thinking about
is the form or the format.

Poetry isn't something
that concerns rhythm or rhyme
or anything logical and specific.

Poetry
is the distillation
of everything ugly and beautiful
down into a few pointless words.

Poetry is man's attempt
at proving himself worthy
of the life and the world
he's been gifted with.

Anything but an honor
for such things
is a waste of time
and ink.
ADRIAN DeVINE II

Brisbane, Australia

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#1382
Jun 2, 2012
 
Hot and dry
still, I wait
under the sun
on the cracking floor

I hear whispers
through the leaves
and birds that fly high
they tell of your coming

Then here you are
trickling around me
rushing past me
covering, embracing

Slowly the heat
is dissolved
I am cool
I am wet.
ADRIAN DeVINE II

Brisbane, Australia

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#1383
Jun 2, 2012
 
Maybe I am just a little more sensitive
And scar a lot more easily

Self analysis
The harshest critique was
Always going to be myself
Its not paranoia
Because nobodies really plotting
Its not paranoia
Because I’m not important enough
To be hated

All the thoughts of rope swings
and empty plastics canisters and
hotel room showers
Is all dramatics that
everyone thinks about
for hours, days, years,
The bottle is always half full
But the sky is always blue.....
ADRIAN DeVINE II

Brisbane, Australia

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#1384
Jun 2, 2012
 
Are we now but lonely strangers ?

Two feigned smiles in a bargaining crowd.
eyes that hide away in a corner.
shoulders that brush against each other.
unaffected by their touching.

A carny chirrups epithets.
we are bought and sold like kitsch.

Children scuttle past with silly faces
releasing their grip on balloon strings.
the rudiments of physical chemistry.
purple hearts and crocodiles
rival for the sky.
horses shake their heads and sigh.
we're the joke of the fair this year.

I'll meet you by the whipping post.
I'll gawk at you.
you'll gawk at me.

We'll connect somehow in agony.
ADRIAN DeVINE II

Brisbane, Australia

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#1385
Jun 2, 2012
 
leaning over the railing
I watch her lean
toward the entertainer
see her eyes watching
as he sips wine his mouth
caressing the glass rim
her tongue licking amber
wet lips

I dare her to look up

she gives him her best
Pepsodent smile fresh
as snowflakes chaste
as a bridal veil a poem
about to be written

like a queasy guppy I swim
through tables bump against
walls escape to freezing
Calgary streets walk until
icicles harden my heart.....

fuck ! she is lost to me......

forever !
ADRIAN DeVINE II

Brisbane, Australia

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#1387
Jun 2, 2012
 
Territories passing by
no poetry beside them,
rotting,
and always there will be your face,
your sex,
your drugs, your faithless wedding vows--

this poem doesn't read you well.

and heroin was sexier than anything your lips could wear,
we pushed until envelope would bend;
we loved ourselves in cold and masochistic playground battles.
nursing our damaged knees
oh how you loved to fall with me.

this poem can't remember
how to navigate....

the is of you, the was of everything that ever mattered,

queen Oh my queen come gag here at the scepter--

this poem is the porn of you,
meter-gag, money, and cum shots.

Adrian DeVine (circa 2011)
ADRIAN DeVINE II

Brisbane, Australia

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Jun 2, 2012
 

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our bond is in the distance,
it has to be,

the miles and years,
a space folding into itself,

and the accuracy it makes of us.
a mutual craving,

some exactitude of words,
a lock box of laughter, this potential

we turn some meaning of—
it is all we need to survive.

we have no use for hands.
forget the body, second rate protagonist,

commotion of blood and limb, the need
gnawing at the empty half of a room,

we do not need the walls to writhe,
the moon in here to hold us upright.

DeVINE 2.
Ken Rex

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Jun 3, 2012
 

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ADRIAN DeVINE II wrote:
I finally got you
you fuucker

and the mouse said to the cat:
it took you long
enough

and the cat said to the mouse:
thatÂ’s because you were
playing hard
to get

and the mouse said to the cat:
boo-fuckinÂ’-hoo
what did you expect?

and the cat said to the mouse:
donÂ’t give me that shit
youÂ’ve been wantinÂ’
this for
awhile

and the mouse said to the cat:
just get it
over with

and the cat said to the mouse:
oh no
youÂ’re not
getting off
that easy

and the mouse said to the cat:
of course not
itÂ’s a tough life
for little things

and the cat said to the mouse:
IÂ’m enjoying this

and the mouse said to the cat:
but it
hurts

and the cat said to the mouse:
you shouldÂ’ve
thought of that
before

and the mouse said to the cat:
PLEASE

and the cat said to the mouse:
NO

and the mouse said to the cat:
IÂ’ll do
ANYTHING
you want

PLEASE....

and the cat said to the mouse:
anything?

and the mouse said to the cat:

YES ANYTHING !!

and then I said
to the cat
and mouse:
can you two
do that
somewhere else
for ChristÂ’s
sake !
I think this is my favorite one yours ??
Ken Rex

Dallas, TX

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ADRIAN DeVINE II wrote:
I knew there would be days like this;
the clock crawling across the wall,
depression in the sky,
only memories to fill the time
I hoped to use for writing,

so I leave the silence
to speak for itself
and submit a blank page
to which I sign my name

noting the time exactly
when the first drop of darkness
falls in the yard where the birds
have been calling
since dawn.
this is how I felt all day:(

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Your Master Is Home

It's been too long, home at last home at last
I brush back your hair and gaze down at you
Quietly watching you curled safe in our bed
nuzzling your neck, softly I whisper in your ear.
My sweet loving pet, your Master is home

you lay deep in slumber wrapped in my robe,
peacefully dreaming of pleasures shared
A smile like a wolf's flickers over my lips
I sit next to you feeling your warm flesh
I slowly expose your silken skin to my touch.

I wet My finger in My mouth to write my name
between the mounds of your full ripe breasts,
warm letters spell out my love upon your skin,
I blow gently over them, My breath cooling...
soft tingling breeze, like mint on the tongue.

smiling, wriggling deeper into your dreams,
you quietly sigh and part your legs for me,
I watch over you in the flickering candlelight,
like a wolf watching over his sleeping mate
My sweet loving pet, your Master is home

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Sex and Chocolate

deep chocolate covered kisses in the bath
hungry heart and mouth ready to begin again
comfort food for the soul, sex and chocolate
writing love poems on your hot flushed skin
mouth warmed chocolate rolls upon the tongue
songs from my heart written on sandy shore
freed to dance, swept up in a primal tidal flow

deep chocolate covered kisses in the bath
I smile at you, lick you clean and beg for more
burning bright, I whisper and croon the words
sweet songs My heart wrote for your ear alone
hungry heart and mouth ready to begin again
freed to dance, swept up in a primal tidal flow
sex and chocolate, comfort food for the soul

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Please Take Me Deep

Please take me deep, melt me in love's crucible,
pour my seed white hot and molten inside you,
mold me to the shape that brings you pleasure,
a perfect instrument to play sweet music of desire,
so rich and pure the heavens shake and angels cry

Please take me deep into your loving heart
till fire flows through your gently trembling loins
to wake your aching body to my lusty lover's call
and fill your dreams with visions of carnal delights
raised high to rival the celestial dance of eternity

Please take me deep and never let go of me
kiss me hard, and part my hungry lips with your tongue
press your firm proud breasts to my face and suckle me
grab hold of my hair, and guide my mouth down you
to drink my fill from you till I am drunk with the divine
W. I. Boucher

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kik-wire wrote:
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TY so much.
I liked your shares also.
:)
you are very welcome........ i would love to read more of you......
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What do Women Want?

I want a red dress.

I want it flimsy and cheap,

I want it too tight, I want to wear it

until someone tears it off me.

I want it sleeveless and backless,

this dress, so no one has to guess

what’s underneath. I want to walk down

the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store

with all those keys glittering in the window,

past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old

donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers

slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,

hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.

I want to walk like I’m the only

woman on earth and I can have my pick.

I want that red dress bad.

I want it to confirm

your worst fears about me,

to show you how little I care about you

or anything except what

I want. When I find it, I’ll pull that garment

from its hanger like I’m choosing a body

to carry me into this world, through

the birth-cries and the love-cries too,

and I’ll wear it like bones, like skin,

it’ll be the goddamned

dress they bury me in....
ADRIAN DeVINE II

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Work Incessantly,
Live Dramatically,
Pursue Passion.....
Anonymous

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My poor feeble mind is shot, blown like an engine
Without oil, seized up, unrepairable.

The human brain is a roiling ball of
Wet grubs. The poet works his fingers

Into those depths, there's a diamond
Hiding somewhere, the pressed &

Perfect words of a priceless, carbon poem.
Do you believe in the diamond?

Have you felt the facets? I believe,
& I've touched the smooth, precious

Stone. But why
Tell you. Why remind

My
Self, pressurized,

Poetry
Is both mother & murderer.

There ain't no goddamn
Diamond in my head anymore.

Grubs & blood & dopamine
Splash in a bone bowl

That I

Throw at the
Sun.

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