Best Laundered Poems

She's dressed in freshly laundered scrubs,
a floral top and pants pale blue.
There for a moment to hand me a gown,
and tell me what to do.

As...

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I do not love you like the crescent moon
majestically erupting into a star filled night   
nor do I love you like the pearl...

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Who can resist the strangulating grip of time?
That which exists today may not be there tomorrow
Like shooting stars which vanish in the flicker of an...

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After a long and stressful day 
Running the bath and adding scented oils 
Watching the bubbles foaming and frothing 
Climbing into the deep soapy suds
Sensational...

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And I witness
Your deplorable “glory”
Hunching over my tattered spine,
So we can have something in common

You walk with glorified shell-shock,
Another sentient tongue, 
Straddling on the Eros...

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It is a beautiful dawn

The early star has risen

on this chilly December morn

And its not about seeing

 it's magical splendour

like wax-melt yellow

 dripping from...

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These days my home is a disaster where no neatness is mastered.
For years I did the spic and span scene for a spouse who notices...

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Kinky boots ... 
kicking naked truth
Stripped bare
down to the nightshade roots

Temptress gaze ... 
collecting laundered money 
off the dirty parquet

Her pay-for-play
get the tilted short cups
ice...

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I am tied to royalty
the way oceans
are fastened to
 moon fluctuations

the way our skin
absorbs sun's radiation
with mathematical 
efficiency
producing Nubian 
improvisations

from translucent tans
and honey hued browns
to...

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outside, it was raining
as it was inside 

drinks spilling onto the floor
from incessantly topped-up glasses held by 
forgetting, gesticulating hands
  
spittle flying from mouths...

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And Mama pins laundered sheets on the clothesline
Raising her creamy arms with a hum,
Gentle against  tainted bricks  of our wall
Right in front of...

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They were gambling in front of the house.
Manservants and pages bustled about
Serving Suitors who just curse and carouse.
Few mix wine with water. I heard one...

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Surreal as can be
Laundered now looking bluer
Than the darkest sky...

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 Silence is Deadly 

Stand up
if the masses did
Trump would be a gravestone


Notes:

Some will tell you never to be silenced, yet will not mention what...

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tears spill crumpled memories
are they laundered dry?
or rehashed?




* quinzaine is a...

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