Best Moistening Poems

Around since 1885,
These playing cards contain
A fascinating history
That Google helped obtain.

My favorite fact’s from World War II.
(It’s more than rumored lore.)
Some special decks were sent as gifts
To prisoners of war.

These U.S. soldiers, held in camps
In Germany, did learn
That moistening the cards would yield
A map for...

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Unlike as in the West, there was no dating in our time. After a formal meeting before the family members, the boy and girl will be allowed sometime for a private talk. (that too only if the parents are progressive) If they like each other,...

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RAINDROPS
     
        Small
                  raindrops
             ...

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Tired of talking too much
I wish to rest my rhymes.
Now is time to give ears
To your titanic tale of tears.
The heart that was under constraint
Needs to be unburdened.
My grief-stricken lap waits for 
Your grieving grievances.
You, the only speaker and I, a patient listener,
Numb but nod...

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My heart,
An arid land was
Unamble a single feeling to produce
Till that Valentine's day
When
Into my life, she walked,

And

With her kind words
Her soft caresses
Her moistening kisses,
Succeded in turning it
Into a plentiful orchard of 
Love!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
   11 FEBRUARY 2015...

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Blue evening dress
Topographical cleavage
Nurturing mother

Father Sky reigns high
Soft touch on her horizon

Her head covered with 
A wintery Arctic scarf 
With white pumps to match

He caresses her
His radiant passion flames
Heating up her womb

Encompassing her with love
Warm and cold climatic touch

His breath cools her skin
Tenderly moistening earth
Life...

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Cum to me my lovely, do you want to play
Whisper your dirty secrets
I want to bite down with my hollow teeth, Lick your Pearlie
On that milk white neck, her scent is alluring
I crave a carnal kiss from those succulent lips
She begins to coy when the...

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It was the feathered purple of a blossoming iris,
kissing the laden air
with trembling lips.
I was awakened by its fragrance,
the newness of its ancient story,
told yet again by a moistening earth
in silvery birdsong.
 
Sometimes,
I have missed the turning from gelid and motionless
to the softening sway that...

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The coda of mourning jays vibrates
In bittersweet tracks when daybreak scans
An almost whipping backdrop, hushed
By low warbles from birds’ paean;
Indistinct as dusty sketches—
Throaty on a lane of funeral’s last rites;
Where the hazily drawn view turns bland
Moistening wail of eyes with a muted song,
Tunes stale, while...

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Il Pleut

It rains torrentially
after long drought and disorder;
it rains drenching the empathetic
scraggy soil of the heart
it rains moistening the rocks of anger
crags of revenge and cracks of depravity
it rains covering the jealous holes with purity
healing the undesirable crevices of the being
it pours incessantly to cover...

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Maddening thought to process such a word
Mad definition defining more than anger
Mad upset feeling fever flushed climatic danger
Mad mangled minor class offense verse major
Madly suggestive messages a madden proclaimer
Mad made digestive mental notes selective 
Madder matters making moves motioning more
Minds mad capacities hijacking brains plane
Mad...

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Guarded by towering hills on the East 
And flanked by the Arabian Sea on the West
With its easterly shore of stretching sandy swell 
That lulls the restless waves to sleep, 
There is a land, my land of green vegetation
Nestled among palm trees and paddy fields.

Oh!...

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Of course, art is always somewhat
subjective, breaking established rules: the artist
intuitively adding imaginary inches to a canvas;

a work in progress, riding waves, finding depth 
both on and off the easel, creatively flowing – a
vision on the loose – 

(paused, but never finished...a true birth
having voice...

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In the balcony ,she stood,
strong winds blowing  Her way,
as she watched the sun setting in the West.
One sad thought strucking her deepest,
as thunder-light strikes in carcoal black skies.
Would she live to see another sunrise?
Would she still be there?Where will she be?
At that moment the...

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the porous sand offers the ocean an apology,
for moistening its lips yet reading out no eulogy...

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