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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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