Best Laving Poems

Our little stream flows
but a trickle most days
but rises, runs, today --
all busy energy.
Its perky
change of pace
does not match 
my current cast of face.
Still, this steady
slow drizzle
has its damp uses --
laving dusty leaves
to clean and shiny green.
I am not thankful
for gray skies --
they bring no...

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Morning found me on a river bank
basking in the warmth of the sun
I thought of myself as a turtle,  
believing my shell was armor
shielding my heart from everyone

I started to doze in placid tranquility
The sun's sultry breath laving my skin
Then I heard a splash...

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The river of time is flowing and laving every second of my life
Wish I can make it stop even just for a while
I am buried under my own thoughts and it’s hard to breathe
My soul is drowned in the tears of grieve 
My heart sleeps...

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The soil is from Wall-Mart,
brawny and rich as sweet tobacco.
Driving home
bag of dirt on the back seat,
aromatic atoms of fertility
pop unseen.
I tip the bag
wonder at the rich darkness
yet there are mushrooms of light,
galaxies of milk-spinning germs.
It tumbles through my hands
like mane of brown horse.
A muscular...

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C runching sounds erupt from beneath
H umbling voices of satisfaction
E rupt within your mouth
E mbroidering the taste of cheese 
S mooth atonement immerse your tongue
E ngrossing it with calmness and amazement

C heese croissant is what we behold
R oaming in the plate as it awaits
O ne...

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Transformation
The Shield In MY Life

It was a thunderous, illuminating night
When He appeared and talked of the shield.
I was there, just a face in the crowd,
Elated by His energy and sight
Enchanted by His charm and wit
As truth filled my ears.

But then not by choice
He revealed to...

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Aahhh sumptuous beloved nineseventeen

calling for hot frothing, purling, bubbling steam

laving eager flesh with honey scented cream

strategic jets pummelling tight spots unseen

hand languidly reaches champagne flute between

naughty nibbles on silver dishes that gleam

reflecting radiance of goddess light beam

eyes devour tales of sensual jewelled queen

glistening satisfied muscles...

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I am tasting the pristine water melted from the highest mountain up high
Dancing with the sun's rays over glazing summer's green grass
Floating with the weltering waves of a vast ocean at sunset
Riding the aborning knowledge of our next generation
Smelling the chastity of the first bud...

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LIFE FLOWS FROM ME WITH EACH EXHALATION OF BREATH

TEARS WATER THE ARID DESERT OF MY SOUL. 

THE WIND HOWLS THRU THE SKELETAL REMAINS OF MY BEING

AND DUST, DUST, DUST PORTRAYS ME. 

A SNEEZE, THE LAVING OF HANDS, SHAKING OF SHEETS AND I AM NO MORE.
...

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The soil is from Wall-Mart,
brawny and rich as sweet tobacco.
Driving home
bag of dirt on the back seat,
aromatic atoms of fertility
pop unseen.
I tip the bag
wonder at the rich darkness
yet there are mushrooms of light,
galaxies of milk-spinning germs.
It tumbles through my hands
like mane of brown horse.
A muscular...

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The wisdom of the wind is motion,
Wandering ecstatic, yet sublime.

The charity of rain is laving lotion,
Cleansing residues of urban grime.

The genius of the sun is searing passion—
Violent, erotic rampant fire.

But cooling clay and earth we wear in fashion
Finally, when our hot hearts expire.

Our flesh erodes....

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What cascades pour light into my pores
with their holy waters, laving me
cleansing me of dusty layers?

What delicate fingers bloom my buds
with breezy touch, brushing my petals
making them flutter and dance in rhyme?

What surreal light my skin soaks up
with its rainbow colors suffusing
through and through my...

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a bed of stones unloosed to spill from its path
through fresh waters flow to the distant sea
laving pebbles from its silty rough wrath
from rivers fresh to brackish brine's debris
the journey ends where it began its ascendancy
drifting as the impetus of tidal destiny...

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Most inconvenient our conveniences ~ saber-laving traps...

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