Either omit all punctuation or use it consistently.
"I worship of thee" needs to lose the "of"
(Obsenities deleted)

Please forgive Stephen Robins; he’s an embarrassment sometimes. We keep him on for smirks and the occasional witty obscenity.

Your poem carries a tender and sad message. “He ambles into memories” is good. but most of it is overwrought, or cliché, or over-simplified, for my taste at least. Consider removing or rephrasing these:

stares into oblivion
feels her love still
in a world of shadows
Where no sun can shine

Rhythm is pretty constant until the last 3 lines, rhyme too. Why quit now?

Welcome back. This is interesting and too much for a tired head. I'll get back to it tomorrow. BTW, Alchemy and Zodiac have gone missing. I'll give you a temporary 8 just for "ginger sprinkled orchid."

Yes, again! Another toast, another round. Ain't it fun? lol

Describing the colors and hues works well, until line 4 where show turns to tell. Also “knowing” detracts, at least for me, from the word-painting to match the real painting. And “succulent” seems to tell us too much about the answer. “precision caresses skin/ Flesh scent intoxicates breezes” – good.

"Touched" is an interesting word. It can also mean crazy. If used so more than on possible meaning attaches, interest in the poem rises. Here, it's just showing two of the meanings without that connection.

Would be better withoiut the "There"'s. i.e., "Magnetic words on the fridge"

It’s the kind of exposition and soap-boxing I’ve been blasted for these several years, and the kind of thing I still get all gushy about. But “irony of fate is lost” – is too nebulous even for me. Good otherwise.

I think you mean "then" in Line 3, not "so". Even so, it's unnecessarily tied up in "if"'s.

These personal diatribes seldom work as poems.

"Play the red card, walk away" is what we do when no other reason for refusing sex comes immediatly to mind.

The musical undertones work ok, starting with Lennon (presume John Lennon). But for David to express his love with shillings to buy plectrums (very inexpensive) seems weak. Maybe it’s why she walked away. Bringing back the bass voice in her heels is good. Some facts about this I’m not up to speed on.

“Pound your swords into plowshares,” your spears into sickles, which do burn more naturally in the hands.
Strange, using the British spelling of plow.
Suggest “murmuring” replace the obscure “sough.”
Suggest conventional sentence structure in the last one, as done in the others.

His behavior’s not ace
Nor is his face
He tugged on my muff
But it’s sturdy enough
What’s amazing to me
Is he can’t find his 3.

Am I dreaming or did you crash the wall, slither through the defenses, and post this twice, just nine minutes apart? Please tell me your secret.

It's better in this edit. Line 5 uses an archaic pronoun referring to "ship", to say in essence "ship's ship," unless the pronoun refers to "hands," and that's no better. You're getting closer.

Just checking; this really is another post.

I had to read it several times, where a few commas would have helped, and think such beginnings turn away readers, should it be one of the first of yours they read.

A pretty dismal prospect, this. And why be so sure the road is damned? Oh, they all are - ok. But what about Sunday? Really, this is quite unclear to me.

It’s not possible to leave out 200 words, maybe one though – “well.”

I had to look up Plastination, and will save the rest of you dummies the trouble:
http://app1.chinadaily.com.cn/star/2001/0913/fe19-1.html

An interesting process, and a good poem.