Best Daubing Poems

Music, Oh mysterious sprite!
Lift me to the seamless realms of delight.
Your ubiquitous presence I feel; 
In the hum of crickets, in the silence of the...

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I've courted luck, in countless ways
      Against the ragged judgments and self-umbrage
        ...

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Ocean view ... yawning azure
          wakes and smiles, the lemon drop sun
    ...

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Wink at me,
shimmered vixen ...
dawn waits
to warm your feet,
and tickle your toes!
Tell me, true,
your tale ...
an age spent
twinkling -
daubing night
with your kiss ...
twilight's paramour,
teasing the...

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Spring shifts a bright sky
into streaks of gray,
in it's own unpredictable way.

The daffodils are weakening
storm damaged, they struggle
to blow their leaky yellow trumpets.

Warm days still...

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My mind is already at the finish line
Right before the gun fired
My mind is already at the finish line waiting to foresee 
what 
the 
hell...

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I was young when I realized my mom was different,
Different from me at least, for sometimes 
She would draw or paint and miracles would happen.
Her...

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~   fall
life aches
    for much more


burnt umber
       forest
    floor


  ...

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7.
the leaf of jack-fruit is luxuriant 
i can’t remember whether i ever notice 
the portrait of your face on it  

there are so many...

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Music, Oh mysterious sprite!
Lift us to the seamless realms of delight
Your ubiquitous presence we feel; 
In the hum of crickets
In the silence of the stars
In...

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can you tell me ...

where have true hearts gone -
bosoms that heave
with thrums of passion and mystery?
could it be these antediluvian
eyes are just shortening shadows...

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mud daubing swallow
nesting on ceiling fan blade....
electrical switch

baby swallows hatch
hatchlings' downy feathers soft....
kitchen window soiled ...

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in this world of the limped nuptial 
i’ve appeared as a power-missile of the lac-dye 
that is used by the hindu women 
to paint the...

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I ran than jumped high
into the upper atmosphere
like a young frisky
buck naked and bare
no matter weight of world
and personal woes oppressive,
yours truly shrugged,

(she loves you...

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“kiss me”

you whisper softly
then blush …
at least it SEEMS so
cheeks of a subtle crimson glow
you - reclining on white
the yawning waffle-weave towel
spread on cooling sand
your...

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