Best Froths Poems

staring back
seemingly motionless
in her thunder she froths at the mouth 

whips away
at the serene background
exposes her dominant nature

the tears flow
against a cheek bone hard
that slowly erodes its stoic mask

leaves its mark
a vividly engraved 
memory of many summers past



Maurice Yvonne
27~10~2014
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Contest Name: SOME FORM OF CRYSTALLINE...

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Two sonnets for May, and my muse

The fires are lit, my lover, and the hills
are flickering with little points of light
The sun is set, and deep within the rills
the seeds of stars are littering the night 
The smoke is rising, lover, rising high
in winding spires...

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The moon is full and white, and chill, this night, 
it cascades past my open window sill, 
and all the color fades to dark from light,
a monochrome of gray which can't be stilled.

The armoire's shadow strays across the floor.
I watch it from within my canopy...

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How grand it is when blue sky meets the sea,
may sky and sand and water ever be,
reflected in this topsy-turvy lea.
Oh, let the stars fall down, and over we.

Will you meet me where the foam froths and roils,
where waves pound upon glistening soil,
and seagull's squawk...

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PASSION OF LOVE

Red is the color of love
Red smacks of passion
Passion pumps through the veins
Passion froths with emotion
Emotion graces hugs and kisses
Emotion embraces with eyes
Eyes that see deep into your soul
Eyes that color your world
World so warm
World of grace
Grace of tender loving care
Grace so beautiful
Beautiful...

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embers of memory- solitude
a rugby inside me trembling
jerking off seeds, heat yolk
furtive cells melt in furnace

a secret pleasure perfumes
a little room an eve garden
my son learned how to erect
shadows still lurk -odorous

I felt soft sea froths salty
mammary pain oozing silk
oysters and lemons, orange
saffron, blue vain...

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In froths of a sky never ever ending,
she throttles like a half—shelled woman
slow to prance in the midst
 of obedient breeze,
her movement wrapped 
like a hundred cider vines...

How orange are her nights.

This hue burnt by sways 
of corrugated leaves ; a crown 
adorned with pearlized...

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The moon is full and white, and chill, this night, 
it cascades past my open window sill, 
and all the color fades to dark from light,
a monochrome of gray which can't be stilled.

The armoire's oblong shadow strays across the floor.
I watch it from within my...

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giant waves crashing 
sea foam froths like bubble bath 
I lick salty lips 

01/13/21...

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Tracing Outlines on my cup of tea
I stare at him out of the corner of my cavernous coffee eyes
Sitting there reading Che, Zapata, Chavez, Castro 
Blinking, breathing, seething
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Has my breath of life expired? 
My will congealed 
No longer is there a fire ablaze, only a mere pile of smoldering ashes Waiting for a gust of hope from a van of an angels wing to
Reignite me!!

I don’t believe in quittances. 
I’ve grown mute...

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Off to the garden to share in a tea
Sweet Juliana has just become three
Billowy dress sprayed with cottonballs pink
Tiny white shoes, for a doll you would think


She sings to the blossoms in childish song
Whirling and twirling, soft curls like goose down
Held in her hand sacred...

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I

School bag, blue shirt, hair parted on the right,
Dal-rice, clock ticking away in delight;
Cycles stop, wagons with seasonal crop, 
Get to her class before the gates shut tight.

II

The obsession froths beyond the eavesdrop,
Secrecy brews a moral of Aesop;
Friends don't yet know, the fear that the...

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(Brian Johnston speaks to Lora Colon)  

Getting older don't you wonder 
What your life is all about? 
Wages earned don't leap to haunt me 
Like my dreams of fighting trout - 
Lightning flash and splashing thunder 
Writhe inside my reverie. 

Poem's birth a new...

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LIFE IS A PLAY – JOURNAL XV

But there is a meadow
I would see in a dream 
With wild flowers rife
The most in a dream I’ve ever seen

For the view spreads endlessly
The golden bloom never fades
But stops only at some foothills,
Rolling, receding like ocean jade

The sky...

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