Best Aflush Poems

The Old Painter

sublime my paintings, memory be
lost in time, I now must see

where once the gale winds trembled chill
wrapped in blankets, remember still

a touch, a kiss, the summer sun
from deep within, must now be spun

I frolic to and fro in time
my brush, alas..... can only...

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The Gentle Ride 

A light breeze brushed and passed me by
As I rode along the timeless scene,
I marvelled at the pellucid sky,
A light breeze brushed and passed me by.
And overhead I saw a swallow fly,
Effortless, supreme; so very serene.
A light breeze brushed and passed me...

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every existent conceivability
aflush, for you, wise magistrate, disposable.
in comes reason:
out-gums reasonability.

you
are so 
full of 

delightful spirits of unseasoned giving.   

the turkey disrobed
stuffing        eagerly 
cranberry 

(sauce)
you have smeared christmas 
on your face because

you rolled the paper ripe...

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Poetry paints; words are its brush,
capturing the song of a thrush
with lines that embellish its tune,
praising the beauty of the moon;
while giving Mars its reddish blush.

A wordsmith can make sad tears gush
slowing life down, no need to rush,
whiling away the afternoon;
poetry paints.

When poetry paints, readers...

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The waves&her

Along the waves she ambles 
Prevailing the ocean elysian 
The longing feel of a hiraeth 
Sensual, her cheeks aflush; An inamorata. 
She gently rubs her eyes and sees- 
the bewitching phosphenes: 
Ludic, And apricate.
Among the waves she stood, in-stillness. 
The aurora reflecting on her...

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