Baker’s Dozen (Magnetic Poetry)


A few years ago, the makers of Magnetic Poetry published The Magnetic Poetry Book of Poetry, and several of my “magnetic” poems were included. Here are some of those, and a few more … a baker’s dozen to chew on, all created on my fridge. Some have titles (also magnetic) and some don’t. It’s a great way to write.

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Growl me a symphony
Embrace our wetness
Kiss my breath away
Wax luscious
Let’s die together
from milky
joy

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dream meat

I liked his languid lust
and sprayed a storm of
purple beauty
it whispered of an ache
he pictured it all
delicate and drunk
together

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my sweet elaborate boy
I dreamed you in
a thousand summer shadows
always luscious
never easy
I loved you in spring rains
together felt like worship
we must take time
to recall it all

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seeping secrets
of her long delicious
sacrifice
a young woman makes
poetry of poison
in my rusty
down-bare bed
blue smoke beauty
after a shadowed blaze
we lie hot &
growling like dogs in
summer

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the wanting

though I was a girl
I worshiped in the forest
I lusted with enormous dreams
I sweated and
screamed I AM A WOMAN
and asked for it
all

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the universe is a living thing
ferocious and green
we are its dream to explore
this vast ocean star
angels falling together
into eternity
salty and free

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cool moon
red petals
whisper of delirious:
A garden

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My brother lingers
in a breeze of
broken smoke
Almost free of time
but a prisoner of
moments
bone weak &
flooded with mad life
listening in the dark
for morning

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drunk in a red dress
watching love stop
beating her gorgeous breasts
to sleep
to death
recalling summer rains
and winter chocolates
whispering why

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essential yesterdays
drool like haunted honey
in our wake
their perfumed shadows
speak in broken
poetry

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Embrace the sacred in you
whisper to those ghosts
of translucent good mornings
which together cry softly
for change
Look Explore Desire
Open

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purple must think
blue always dreamed
of pink

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I am haunted by the shadow
of a broken heart
as fresh as yesterday’s
sweet sex
almost there
a ghost of rusted trust
you can not see
moaning softly &
only to me

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