Best Recharged Poems

TENDER LOVING TOUCH

don't fear
she's dear

tight clutch
soft touch

wears white
polite

too sick
she's quick

your ache
she breaks

your ill
she feels

one pill
you still

preserve
your nerve

correct
inject

your shock
she blocks

you scared
she cares

through sleeps
she peeps

recharged
discharge

"thank you"
she coos
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Sponsor	Judy Konos
Contest Name	YOUR FOOTLE POEM 
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O.E. Guillermo
8:41 pm, April 04, 2015...

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You held me that day, wrapped me in your cocoon,
Waited patiently for me to grow my wings back.
You let me cry a salty puddle on your shirt,
Resting your puzzle-piece chin on my puzzle-piece head,
Rubbing my back in little circles that recharged me.
There is no currency...

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A raging river tenaciously floods
Tannins and silts combine to dark blood

A hut, just fifty metres, occupying their sight
Two men, cold and wearied, stuck for the night 

An adventure all planned, lasting a week
In the middle of nowhere with red deer to seek

Twelve-hours of hiking, commencing...

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Sequence



Easy,
Holidays,
Sigh of relief,
Fun and frolic throughout,
Live life !

Short break,
Vacation,
Rejuvenates,
Feasting at our leisure,
Recharged !



Written November 12th, 2014
For contest 'Cinqku poem' by Dr. Ram Mehta

Awarded 2nd place...

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(A Christmas vacation vignette)

Lisa and I choppered onto Manhattan Island yesterday morning. We’d both felt toasted—so we took naps—and yay! We awoke recharged.

Later that evening, Lisa and I were at the ‘Elsie’ Rooftop Bar, in Manhattan, waiting for Lisa’s boyfriend, David.
Ok, man-friend? More age appropriate...

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Hola, I am Ram mehta,
I am going out to say adios to the land,                  
Where cars are houses,
And houses are storehouses.

I am going out to say adios to...

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At winter end
 comes the time of lilac
pubescent shoots tipped light green
 budding up and down each branch,
young growth stretching, flexing new muscles
 ready and anxious to answer the call;
a gentle but large white sun
 hangs low in the gray blued sky,
spring comes as it...

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I can’t remember everything, I can’t recall my birth
Aimlessly I wonder what my goal is here on earth
The prospects here are wide and vast, I seek my very cause
I’m switched on at the crack of dawn and dusk is when I pause
Deflated and depleted, I...

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Looking across the meadows where the 
wild flowers grow,
life has been recharged after the harsh
winters snow.
Cat tails dancing to the tune of summer day,
while butterflies of many colors rehearse their mid air play.
Trees with new foliage provide much needed shade,
and a stream of cool water...

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On one sultry August day
In a clearing in the woods
Within a long delay
for salvaged auto goods
Amid decaying vans, under glaring sun
High above one ant, homebound, on the run...
   Along a rugged trail
   of micro hill and dale
   Between pebbles...

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A day of weary mind and body, 
She found herself in a comfy bed, 
So soft and relaxing, she lay back. 
Then both eyes started to rest, while 
hands were together on top of her stomach. 
So comfortable feeling, she started to snore. 
Sign of...

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(I am inspired to write this poem by three Hollywood Movies (1)* The movie: Art of crying
(2)** The Cruel Intentions II (3)*** Julienne Moore starer (I don't remember the 
name of the movie)





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4.
on this spine 
having a mouth of crocodile
always jump down 
the climate     

everyday 
the sunglass changes 

look at the soil and the sky 
no one of them has any body-guard 

the open mouth of the light 
swallows the grey coin 

here...

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Every day before the sun would set, my husband and I would have a glass of wine.
We would sit on the front porch admiring nature’s glory before us so fine!
We would enjoy the view of my husband’s hard work in our beautiful yard.
He was an...

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Even the Great pyramids,
magnificent structures of wonder
are overshadowed by
the majesty of mountains;
crowned in golden sun.
Halos glisten white.
Spoiled tower of babble.

The long and winding road;
travelers delight to follow;
a pitiful mimic of
the mighty river,
cutting, free, it's own path
with unbridled sinew;
recycled and recharged in the sea.

Enormous jets of...

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