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Star Dancer She rides upon the stars She is a goddess of love If I were an artist I’d glorify her beauty with the sensuous motion of earthly passions She is an instrument of euphonious sweetness If I were a musician she would be the notes in my harmonious melody I’d play her completely She is a rainbow of glorious hues If I were a painter She would be my canvas I’d cover her with many colors I’d paint her ethereal curves She is a loving muse with elegant grace If I were a poet She would be my empty pages I’d write verse all over her I’d fill her with my love She is my masterpiece She is my Angel of love © CJ Clark

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French Kiss   French Kiss Her arms surround me warm are her whispers I kiss her softly breathing in luxury Passionate hearts beat Her tongue and mine meet tangled in heavenly relief We kiss fully deep A cosmic breath is released Whispering softly She breathes me gently I breathe a French kiss We breathe a melodious refrain of love I put my arms about her to feel her warmth Our tongues on fire We burn brightly French kissing We dream of air to fuel our fire lighting up the cosmos in the French moonlight Oh Soulful Cup, fill me up with your tongue, so I can taste you Lover's Midnight We kiss in French

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Girls with Dangerous Skirts   Those warm summer nights and girls with tight, short skirts The wolves are howling, prowling the streets Hoods with sharp toed boots collars turned up stalking the streets and sidewalks The pizza shop, movie theatres The corner bar, cafe where pretty girls laugh and smile danger lurking there The wolves are howling, prowling the alleyways The couple in the backseat of kisses and allures amidst the laughter along the avenues The pretty girls with tight, short skirts lipstick stained kisses wine smeared streaks cross their sexy legs nuzzling dangerous boys The wolves are howling, scowling at the jocks Hoods grin and lear fight in the alleys fisiticuffs flew in bloodied noses The dangerous boys trying to be cool These grinning learing hipsters, laugh in their faces throw burning cigs at their feet leave them bleeding there proclaiming poetic justice The wolves are howling, howling at pretty girls The pretty girls with tight, short skirts they smile and giggle wishing for a real man wiggling in bar lounge kisses moonlight, midnight seductions The silouhettes of fiery couples holding tight in a lovers dance The girls in tight, short skirts whisper loving murmurs Those dangerous girls with mini's wiggle and seduce the hoods with long sexy legs The wolves are howling, growling with teeth bared at girls with dangerous skirts © CJ Clark

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Rocking Universe we strode onto the sidewalks wasted along the avenue we stood in line swaying in the heat to find the rockers void I tell you man they was wasted they wore spandex they was wasted in neon their eyes were open wide rocking the wild ones we sneered and grinned I tell you man they were animals they howled on the stage rolling into concert halls arenas of mass confusion a cloud of smoke arose smelled like mary jane I tell you man our ears were ringing the electric guitars screaming the singer crying feel me, hear me swinging his microphone he was dangerous, man I tell you man the beat was grand the drummer was fabulous rocking the wasted to a primitive beat the bass following the line is infinite I tell you man they spoke in poetic rhetoric a hip beat dancing into dream land you could feel your heart pounding out a rhythm it was awesome, man we strutted like rock stars slurring our words we were wasted, wasted in rocking oblivion we stumbled into the night I tell you man they howled like wild ones now the old ones don't think straight mumbling their lines smelling of booze & dope snorting white gold it was in the poppy fields where china white burned them burning brain cells nodding like psychos they sure were cool, once now with burned up brain cells and blood boiling they die young but they're old inside their polluted souls rocking the universe I tell you man they was wasted © CJ Clark

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A poet sleeps and dreams...   We cry many tears in our poetry We stain many a verse lyrically We are poets in the breeze whispering to the trees We shine in words, singing endless melodies Our verses are embraces, as our love is crying I'll brush these tears to stain these words humming like the woods, the meadows, the bubbling brooks I'll buzz just like the bees, as I drink your sweet nectar I watch as the flowers bloom in an incadescent blush Their petals open for love, cicadas drone dulcet comforts  In the garden of earthly delights A poet sleeps and dreams... © CJ Clark

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Spirit Walkers   The spirit walkers walked the desert rising from the sand The spirit riders ride their ponies broken in the Indian way whispering These desert souls blown in by sand across the horizon into a barren land There lies the broken line which contains time The spirit hunters These hunters of time These wandering nomads whispering to the land The wild ones walk the forests, mountains and rushing streams These searchers for freedom hunt the buffalo grazing high grasses The ponies in meadows wild in their oasis free in their element The spirit walkers arise from the sand The stars, the moon enlighten their minds to see the broken lines ©Dale CJ Clark

 

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The Fairies of Misty Glen The verses so beautiful as they whisper in the night of the fairies of misty glen The muse could sing them as they played and danced with a simple melody The beauty to write the pretty verses whispered in the glen of mist and fog Only tears to cry the ink had run dry voices had become silent The kisses of delight as the fairies danced lovers in blissful romance Only eyes to see the passion you gave and my life had changed And I was blind yet I heard the muse speak verses so beautifully The fairies of the night cried dusty tears when the ink went dry The cosmic dust lay at our feet and we whispered of love © CJ Clark All Rights Reserved