Best Drip Dry Poems

feeling exposed as mud splatters,
the cotton clinging and drenched
chattering teeth, seething relief
as the sun warms the rancid smile
of bulbous peaches pressing,
depressing and like an eclipse,
a...

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Your hands lingered as prints upon my mind.
I became a glove for your love.

I gave you time,
I gave you my tongue
so you could speak a...

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HAPPILY EVER AFTER

Shall glass behold your countenance, my prince?
Appears your smile whilst shining shoes on feet.
My honesty and faithfulness convince - - - - -...

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for Eric Mottram (1924 - 1995)*

 a life of toil for the man in the centre
 a hub in the peripheral tireless wheel
 
 ...

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Zeitgeist - My 1960s - Liz Walsh

Kaftans, mini-skirts, Carnaby Street fashions.
Angel Delight, Hirondelle wine and that sheepskin rug.
"The price of round steak on a Saturday"...

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It wasn't that she couldn't read
It was just instructions she failed to heed
For on the back was a washing label
100% fact, 0% fable
Perhaps she thought...

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In a way that lease we broke is a good thing you see
We can travel forever now, it only just set us free

We can see...

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Now sits the redeye gravy in the pan
It certainly is not at all like jam
Mom made it years ago  for her man
Fry some country...

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The noon sunray squeezes my eyes,
Viewing the snowy mountain heights,
Under immense blue screen:
What a nice shiny scene!

The birds sunbathe their wings in high;
First rain left...

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Celestial weeping - angel tears,
pouring from Arcadian spheres,
liquid sunshine from Gods own eye,
I kiss the rain as clouds drip dry.

Rich pearly drops - heavenly bliss,
quench...

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Down from the statue
and into the water
they will come for you

Out from the safety and into the womb
they will comfort you

The scanning of retinas stops...

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When I was young my mum ironed my jeans
With my clean underwear on I thought I looked keen
But as I grew older and had to...

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the rain spilled its barrels on my way to work
hit a pot hole and the tire split
the spare like a donut was cream filled
a passing...

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A slow and painful crash
Where one sees one's face
Approach the dashboard in infinite detail
Where one has time 
To check one's fear in the mirror
But instead...

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A reluctant dawn
predicts a heel dragging day.

The sun slinks away from the sky
with dawn cast eyes.

Pond ducks swim slow,
as amnesia paddles them
in nowhere circles.

Lead tinted...

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