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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

01/13/21...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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