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It must be the hottest summer
when a bamboo weave lays adrift,
a little stiff yet the motion
of its flowing body offers a dance
to the sun and moon that hides
the zing of heat---burning, breaking.
Brian Strand's No 770
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And there it was,
somewhere along wreath of winds
I was brought to the lightest of ease.
Here, under the pour of this waterfall,
I wish to lay on glossy tracks
Tending fingers among the pebbles,
I marvel.This landscape of my mind.
Of this I wish to bring to you,
Or you to it.
Whomever it is that you might be.
A place, however far away-
The liquid trail lies clear, soothingly
Ahead of me.
Limits Contest, Chase Trevi
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Flavor of rain
herbal.....clear
like broth lingering
on the lips ,enticing
the tongue to sip
its limey brew--
relishing the texture
as its vapor titillates
one's senses---filling
the lungs with air--
And for a moment
time stands still
for a monsoon glide
as the hail seeps
inside the bones
reminding me how
sorrow can be fleeting
like the swift movement
of raindrops in a rush.
Rain Contest
Aug 13, 2016
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We follow the half-moon still drenched.
Our fused shadows--- eternity.
She breathes; inhaling our scent,
Embracing our glowed night…completely.
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Diving into the whorled
undercurrent of your passion,
a sizzling madness
greedily devours my aching need --
Caught in the under- toe
of your magnetic current,
my trembling body drips
in ecstasies within a water's bed.
Eagerly riding the tide of lust
through a liquid love,
I drown in your throbbing swell --
the moss, musk of a male's salty sea.
Waves of pure rapture explore
a heart, fancy ,and gurgles
unleashing laps from paddles
the circles of rolling intensity.
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To ask nothing but just delight in one's presence is Love.
One Liner on Love Contest
9th Oct 2016
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trembling rainfall
pounds amidst the moonlight soft--
grasses dancing.
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Shall I but relish every song
Of laughter graced from folks I meet;
Those lifetime tunes that chime along.
The dreamer in me sparks a way
For cares and trials, far from harm
Believing that hope lilts each day!
Contest: Tell Me for Nette Onclaud
6.Jul.2016
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Shifting from tanned morning when day sizzles
To a quick invasion of noon’s rainfall—glassy wet —
I walk on eggshells perplexed by the many moods of a climate
When flighty nature leaves me burnt and doused without notice!
While in this outrageous raid, my eyes track night-clouds
To follow a star peeping its way out in blinks,
Quieting my senses--rinsing wired tresses in moon streaks.
Seven For Chaos and Order
nette onclaud's Contest
Jan 30, 2017
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nightingale on hills--
chirping dulcet serenades
to lonesome widow
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