Best Rinses Poems

An unhurried sun slides across the horizon
Preparing for slumber behind distant waves
And daylight’s last seagull rides thermals in search
Of a late night fish supper - the herring he craves 

A paint shop explosion enlivens the skies
As the sun doffs its cap to the tail end...

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“When trust is a walking phantom, 
draped in dying dandelions, 
let the wind blast forth its shattered promises,
as rain rinses away piercing pain of memories lost” Quote by Poet

the sky is a catacomb
of faceless promises and ghosts
clothed in tangled treachery
as trust is a wilted tulip~
embalmed...

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The wind billows the trees with god-forsaken draft,
And rinses the limbs with splashes of rain.
Zephyr's raging bluster brings forth storm's chaotic craft,
Blowing silver threads to new starts again.

Sailing without order, the threads land where they may----
On fences, on plants, on patio chairs.
The small spiders, thus...

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The moon casts a surreal light
Upon looking out of the window
The night is my mistress
Solitude my blanket
Then I think of you:
The daffodils dancing as they glisten
Your almond eyes,
Serene lips always rest unscathed -
Right every after kiss,
Your silly ponytail.
They speak to me in rhythms
They hush me...

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Who will make a stand?
Countless like the seashore sand…
Who shall make a stand?
The end of mankind is at hand

Will someone save me?
Knee deep in regret, I see…
Save me from gravity's hold or I’ll be upset
Nighttime's rainfall shines upon my mindset

Make me feel a little bit...

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Reading alone gets wit and wisdom,
Wide reading increases knowledge,
We can learn a lot by that process,
That only paves the way for growth.

We must make a note of all the books
That World calls as a treasure to hold
And we must acquire them shrewdly
And widen our knowledge...

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The castellated treeline frames a hazy setting sun ,
lone hawk looks out for prey in silhouette,
the overture to twilight's next performance has begun,
it's audience are still, the stage is set.
As pastel greens and yellows turn to neutral greys and blues,
the dusk rinses the sky from...

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September
rinses
my skies blue

October’s 
streaked sunsets
will have me
awash with wonder

Sept. 22, 2020...

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fluid arc,

   gurgling of hose,

giggling of little girls, with long hair.

     strawberry scent dizzies the air -

       suds are everywhere.

            waterfall rainbow...

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Buried alive by your goodbyes
Airborne dead by your senseless lies
Overcoming feelings of hurt,
Seeking first His comfort

Drenched in silence 
While the waters rinses away
The dread from my head
The squalid grief left me
Breathless for only a moment,
Then it disappears instead

So sick of the sorrow
So, I’m high up...

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With moonlight, I pace… a quiet repose
That gazing far across a wind-tossed sea 
Ringlets of tides beckon me, quietly.
Where an opportunity lifts my woes
As I in solace view the edge of bends
Until crests turn strong whirpool to downtrends
To appease my soul torn, a pain that...

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According to Dr. Twelfth
Cosmetics impact health
Subvert true love by stealth
And squander limited wealth.

At the end of the day
Beauty rinses away
And the face on display
Appears withered and gray

All that money and pain
Is flushed down the drain
So its hard to explain
Why they do it again

When it comes...

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summer before freshman year
stargazing from the muddy banks
of a class celebratory bonfire
across the roaring river

multiple guitar melodies
competing with the sounds
of joyous screaming and laughter
as well as the usual night life

ever the outsider
all alone in the crowd
why am i here?
cause she invited me

she rustles through the...

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Maria Flores
1878-1923

Si, he was muy macho!
I was the last to see him.
Before Senor White sealed his body for eternity,
Inside the cheapest casket I had ever seen!
And I was working there, for White-Emerson,
From the time I was 16,
Combing the dead’s hair, and mixing make-up.
Señora White, she...

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In tents some great adventures dwell.
Intense are nights where flashlights swell.

Sites are intimate and spacious.
Sights agree, the Lord is gracious.

Peeks of heaven's breath surround us.
Peaks within trek's reach astound us.

Wood is obtained for bright campfires.
Would the stars contain more desires?

Chilly's the night's bite, but fire's...

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