Best Awash Poems

The mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom,
releasing bits of themselves randomly 
sparkling, as they fall, in felted-light they bloom. 

Blasted cliffs, yet brazen, they rise without decree,
unconcerned with the maples, and the birch,
releasing bits of themselves randomly. 

An ashen, sulking, sky hides the eagle's perch 
and softens...

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lucidity waves wash over until lungs full of vision drown

drowning in never evers of forevers without measure of end or tether to solid ground

disorientating kaleidoscope images whirl, tricking tunnel vision into the peripheral 

walking, dreaming, speaking, distraction whilst edges spin with nothing to hang on...

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As I walk around my garden, I note
that my daphnia is in full flower
it is always my first bush to show
and fill my garden with tantalising scent.

My Yucca always gives me colour
in the bleak month of December
standing there so stately
each year another head appears.

The trellis...

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Statuesque pines reach

Upward in supplication

Receive sunburst's light








*Inspired by Raul's "Ascension" contest....

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The mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom,
releasing bits of themselves randomly 
sparkling as they fall in felted-light they bloom. 

Blasted cliffs, yet brazen, they rise without decree,
unconcerned with the maples, and the birch,
releasing bits of themselves randomly. 

An ashen, sulking, sky hides the eagle's perch, 
and, softens...

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(Me slippery fingers slither,
slip and slide splashing ala
Jackson Pollock), sans slap
dash experimental, swiftly

tailored and harried writing
style, yes on par with purging,
spewing, venting...unexpurgated,
unexpressed, unexplained... 
words, which this Engelbert

Humperdinck singer/songwriter,
(whose name inexplicably popped
into the mind of this Dadaist)
offers "FAKE" apology for any

self inflicted, or sadomasochistic
flagellated cranial contusions
out...

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An endless sequence marching to the shore,
the repetitious, mesmerizing sea.
The shoulders, tensed, relaxing all the more
as wave on wave come rolling over me.

Beyond the bar, the deeper hues of blue
turn emerald as they pass across the sand;
a frothy white appears as if on cue,
and rides,...

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Courtesy handy dandy
palmar hyperhidrosis
impossible mission to defeat
except poe wet tickly
even courtesy drysol.

(Me slippery fingers slither,
slip and slide splashing ala
Jackson Pollock), sans slap
dash experimental, swiftly

tailored and harried writing
style, yes on par with purging,
spewing, venting...unexpurgated,
unexpressed, unexplained... 
words, which this Engelbert

Humperdinck singer/songwriter,
(whose name inexplicably popped
into the mind of...

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I brushed the world
With my eyes so moist
The hues she spawned
Shed a million tears
Whispers abound
This was god's own domain
My eyes they blushed
We are colour awash- 


(c)copyright-vijay nair...

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a footpath through a sea of blue,

where Springtime splashes perfume,new.


Inspired by a recent walk in nearby Chiltern hills....

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Awash with a bash and stash of slush cash
Ashley lets her mind go blind
This propels rebels in her stables to blush
Ashley gushes and hushes the unkind. 

Ashley lets her mind go blind
In a jolly gesture in future which seeks a cure
As Ashley gushes and hushes...

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Pristine glory washes clean the earth
with crystals white and pure and sparkling
Gone is the marring dirt and trash, hidden
by blankets woven with silver thread
Its crisp icy lacing drips from the eaves
Flakes persist, masses and piles on
sidewalks and brick pathways alike
Gloves gather flakes that stick like...

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Alone the pain hurts
Awash on the shore, beaten
Crushed by the harsh waves
No one there to hold onto
Love seemed to have escaped me

Russell Sivey

Entrant into Brian Strand's "WHAT YOU WILL" contest

1/12/2012...

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some souls can’t be reached from here.
It isn’t planned that way,  
it just becomes.
doors are opened, doors are closed
we seldom see a fish swim backwards 
more than several feet.
perhaps they just tread water
until their stream rolls by.
bells never stop mid-swing,
mid-ring, mid-everything.
rain falls upward 
in...

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crisp leaves underfoot
deep purple bright red and gold
the glorious woods

an aged beauty
now the joy once my garden
as love lies bleeding

orange leaf shower
campfires scarecrows and hued gourds
brisk refreshing air...

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