Best Exfoliate Poems

(Dedication: For Regina Riddle)
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Tree caterpillar crawling
Strong windy debris;
Blown over the bough

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Violet blossoms
Vine decorations dancing;
Sun and breeze move

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Joy wears a face:
Your smiles highlight;
Dazzle of morning

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Hasty scribblings
Poetry...

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Autumn afterglow 





Amazed at autumn's splendour
maple leaves rest in grandeur,
It's a stunning morning twilight 
compliments the garden vividly bright, 
Yellow and brown, winds sway
Crushing sound...

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Prayer to Carry Me


Lord, help me to exfoliate 
From the skins within sin
Rid me of my sins 
And give them to the dead sea
Without you,...

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No reason to concoct clever and corrupt schemes to make me see you.
I watch you anyway.
Do not go to extremes that exfoliate the energy that...

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i want you to know,

my body is your blank canvas 
paint me with the manicured strokes of your brush,
bathe me in the lipstick red of your...

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The effervescent glow my smitten eyes ingratiate
The duplicitous shadow your intentions obfuscate

The sparkling twinkle my collateral dreams exfoliate
The superficial glare my residual doubts accentuate

A momentary...

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Should I buy you a novel perfume?
Woody and mysteriously macho
Then choke on its lingering fumes
Ceaselessly, my sneezes will echo

Should I bake you a cake?
Recipe? Sugar,...

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Unsolicited, revered, and praised
potential literary fete,
(yes a bit hyperbolic),
sans mine posted poems that perambulate
such feedback, whither donning trumped
("FAKE") facade, Oriel sincere

twittering, nonetheless tis great
for an...

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What you feed will surely grow
Take it from someone who truly knows

Too bad you can’t exfoliate your insides with some microdermabrasion
That kills all your pride
Stripping...

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Age 10 slough. Age twenty slough.
Age thirty slough.
Age forty and fifty slough
and so on.
Age sixty was a mighty shedding,
the polished scales
rattling in the very teeth...

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It's buried deep inside me
Feels like know one will ever know,
This ache that starts in my toes,
I'd scream with all my might, 
All you'd hear...

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I am always calling,
But never too loudly.
I may find you among winds,
Blotting out the sighs
Of the fearful,
But never may you know
The concept of what is...

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The Paint Movers.

The old boat sits in the dry dock. Layers of shabby paint covering the vessel. The boat wears a mask of magnanimity, like...

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Obviated by passion
I could as much apply each person 
Exfoliate my heart.
Such tormented fragments 
Seeking reconciliation therein, 
Where all refrains come subject to warm
And, as...

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Down The Plughole                      ...

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