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 stars,
In the falling cataracts, in the running streams,
You are there in the roaring sea breakers,
And under the swift wings of...

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I've courted luck, in countless ways
      Against the ragged judgments and self-umbrage
         I still draw breath, and the mirror has been charitable
   Most I meet deem me forty, (I don't...

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Ocean view ... yawning azure
          wakes and smiles, the lemon drop sun
     daubing sprites on wave tops -

              ...

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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 sun to rise,
I ...
but your earthly fool.






Written and submitted on June 5, 2020
For the "Pick-A-Title, Volume 18 - Yalto 2"...

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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 end with a chill
the dawn remains wet nosed,
but summer is winning
it is edging in
painting the fields
with patchwork colors,
daubing the trees...

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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 
you 
got 
beneath that skin
That thin skin gets torn with concealed hell in my eyes
Get out of my way
Relax because...

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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 penciled or charcoaled strokes on paper projecting life
Into two dimensions, though color, of course, was absent,
Like God, a multi-dimensional entity,...

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~   fall
life aches
    for much more


burnt umber
       forest
    floor


       leaves
daubing
    autumn's breast


colors drift
       yearning
  ...

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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 words 
that are slippery 

how much rustic is the dust of the legs 
of the young person is known to...

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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 the falling cataracts
In the running streams
You are there in the roaring sea breakers
And under the swift wings of the wind

Come...

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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 -
daubing change and momentum with
the dark shades of what was?
I yearn for a kindred soul
of that rare ilk -
one I...

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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 border of their feet 

the tooth-ache of some-one pumpkin 
that grows on the thatched roof of a hut 
has wringed...

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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 tawny hair weaving its way
off the edge, twining the dune grass …
your eyes are clamped
a coy, expectant smile joining dimples
waiting...

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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 yea... yea... yea...
think Atlas) "faking" without care
free, able, ready, and
willing to dare
daubing metrical feet into stream
of consciousness (think)
metaphorical earthenware

placid figurative...

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