Best Quencher Poems

I was a pleasant, conscientious librarian, whose world consisted of books,
As a world of fragrant beauty, can be found in the glossy, honeyed nooks.

Although it...

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I sit restless on the edge of my bed
my hands radically rubbing wringing wet
I have been right in this position a million times before, you...

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That treasury of memories most precious,
With these few words I seek to praise.
It is our school yearbooks of the past,
The repository of events from happier...

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a fresh thirst quencher
sliced watermelon in red
alluring beauty

mulberry picking
romantic stolen kisses
dark purple dyed lips

crushed grape juice slithers
into her desirous mouth
she feasts avidly

overflowing bowl
red strawberries and...

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caught in the crossfire, of well-hidden snipers
that aim through the lens, of venomous vipers
paralysed by poison, blinded by spies
unarmed victims, enemies in disguise
shadows that taunt...

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What You Are, What You Mean To Me...

Oh Wife! You are my life, 
around which I spin my daily axis -
My work, dealings, obligations, routine...

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Like the twelfth
juror in the play
I must say I am not
convinced
For I know a recipe
for trouble 
I have seen the
double standards
And I do not approve
this...

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What if I ,
Saw a waist-coated white rabbit,
Pass and disappear down a hole
Would I think I was going quite mad
Or would I want to follow...

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sun relishes
in the moonlight shadow
thirst quencher

05.25.17...

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tear-filled eyes
sweaty palms
a horse voice
weakened limbs
a quickened heartbeat

how could I speak?


"others" have called poetry the medicinal god/goddess of the 21st century 
- but not me....

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I keep thinking 
That  some  thing  inside  of  me  belong  to  you
And aye!  You owe me...

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Don't lay the plucked flowers on my grave
for,I am not at all alive to crave
I don't want my name to be engraved
for,it had long since...

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My seasoned Iroko
The Olumo rock
Of my spine
The one who climbs
Mount Kilimanjaro 
With one step
I salute you

Mother,
Whose face is crisper 
Than,
 Bright, black stars, gold
And,
Precious diamonds...

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I wonder how beautiful a rainbow looks
Through the eyes of a color-blinded
As it shines and comes down from the heaven
Taming the raging cry of the...

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I saw the man from a distance watching, 
His brown eyes filled me with carnal delight;
We exchanged amorous glances-  exciting. 

It would be a...

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