Best Laved Poems

a young wing flutters
     warmer nights laved in moon beams
     spring's new soul takes flight


     03/01/2019
     Spring Haiku Contest
     Sponsored by Tania Kitchen

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Ill-fated crowds neath unchained clouds: the Silent City braved
against a sudden flashing flood, unleashing lashing waves,
which stripped its stony structures, blown with neutron bursts that laved.

Its barren streets, although effete, resound of yesterday
with chit-chat words no longer heard (though having much to say)
since teeming life...

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Sunlit water frolics
over a stone-strewn base.
Chattering waters, 
playfully tumbling children 
on a high hill, rolling down.

Both translucent and opaque
blues and greens magnified
by reflection, slice-cut by refraction,
laved with a satin-wetness; stones color,
beginning where, ending where;
I am not to know.

High mountain waters
strained of impurities by crystalline sand
gilded...

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Trere stands a man who's brave. Had many close shaves, wasn't at all afraid, not even of the grave.

He was a total knave, would always misbehave because he was downright depraved.

He would rant and he would rave like he belonged in a cave. He thought...

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Akin, somewhat
to childhood tale of avian maidens
molting downy wings in haste
lest mortal eyes espy them
bathe in waters silvered
by the lunar light,
and having laved would vanish
winging with the night winds,
to the vastness, infinite,
the stars, east of the sun,
west of the midnight moon.

For we,
like them, have shed...

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HEAVENLY SHOWERS

She was sun-scorched,
Seared and parched,
Aching for heavenly showers!

Delaying, dithering, though, at long last
He relented, bowed.

He laved her with love,
Soaking all her heat
In his own pores.

He caressed the hearth.
The sky kissed the earth.

She was now radiant,
Ravishing…
Reciprocated now she-
A waft of love from her bosom, at...

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This is the second half, read part 1 for the first half

July dawned hot, we began to know
That here was something, a warm hot glow

August again, classes to fill
We planned as one, like Jack and Jill

September, my birthday, private you and me
My friend burst in,...

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Minute by minute is my fleshy integument perspired, 
Lathered and lathed and laved in my own shiny sweat;
And my heart it beats rigorously and unremittingly against its costal chamber,
In the iliac region in which its imprisoned;
My palms greased with the sweat exuded in the face...

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Freya was not quite sure whether she dreamt or floated in a bubble of hope

Her anchor cut loose the compass’ needle bent and stuck in past of beyond

A mouldy flare with no flair a life vest punctured and riddled with sea weed


She felt like a...

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I have gazed long at the turbulent
  while piled high cloud masses
I have watched the millions of stars at night
  the damp fog has come and surrounded me
and the land is silent
  the fresh rain has laved my face
while the wind blew...

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A GYPSY'S LIFE

A gypsy am I, as I rove on the downy dale; 
Aside from the taverns, the fields are my only vale.
I drink from my carafe a fairy-fermented brew, 
And I dream of fair love, beneath a radiant sky of blue.

I carry within my...

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Monsoon sunshine!

The first rain this
monsoon
Was sunshine 
To me.
For It awakened
In me
A goal!
Washing the 
Muddle:
The tussle
Of Being.

After the 
Clear sky laved in
Silver drops,
The scent of 
Earth remains.
And my slate smells 
Clean and fresh
To learn
The newest 
Lesson!...

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The Front Window Cogitation
By Sy Roth

Observed the others drowning in their tears.
A pasty rain inks the front window
Sad remnants of a broken sky in Kandinsky splashes 
Marked on an ancient, bubble-blown glass. 

Outside cars distorted,
People amble in sodden abandonment, 
Shuffling along with the meanderings of...

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Between plowing through the day's mania
and ingesting mouthfuls of splendor;
you Lady Monarch, an avid adventurer,
on a brief sojourn tempt with your
phenomenal beauty and finesse in motion.

You fondle only a few of its white
ambrosial blooms while waltzing
with the mellow wind, which laved
the air and spirit with...

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Pale daughters
don't follow their familial duties
or wash behind their ears
laved in white light,
they sport a smile, when necessary,
compelled by an accidental mischief
pencilled in exclusion,
rendered in the shade
we wouldn't go dancing on the almost air....

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