Best Rinsing Poems

Kittens In The Barn

He stops and removes his boots before opening the door.  He enters the kitchen and smells the familiar aroma of morning...

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A time of rinsing the sins
A month of happy moods
The way we face god unfacingly
The way we walked our prophets way

The moon a symbol that...

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Paris then was a place
Where new ideas were
Brewing in the intellectual 
And art communities
And new ones were
Emerging everyday
Some brilliant some not 
Time will make it...

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I. The Love of Minds

The volume on the desk,
The one not claimed by dust or burned
By light, will follow her to bed tonight.
Its pages will...

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It was a miserable existence,
     that of a battered wife
It was a never ending cycle
     of a...

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Stuck in place…
Free in space…
you’re insane 
I’m as sweet as sugar cane…
Whatever happened to your unique personality?
Whatever happened to your sanity? 
Has it transformed to...

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I wake to the sounds of laughter and lively music (jazz, I think) flowing free from the empty tenement down the hall. The smooth harmonies...

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Waves on the rocks 
a'crashing
In it human feet go 
splashing
And elsewhere in the 
swollen river
'gator tails go thrashing
Water may be stagnant 
or it may be...

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Is there such a thing
	as a prolifically sad time?
Surely, there is and was and still can be.
Every generation has had it, sees it,
	some, more than...

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Her curves are rinsing their endless constellation
beneath hot rainfalls of white shower steam,
which is why I stand quiet, sinfully agape even
and willfully paralyzed by an...

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The wild berries of the Northwest 
it seems every path you walk on , they are there for you to sample ,

Almost as The city...

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Like the lost sounds of evening bells 
The voices of children pealing 
The last lie of innocence in papyrus away; 
Not the baubled brook in...

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Love has become a splendid thing, I love you
Interchanging your soul, our souls in the fog
Of morning drizzling like joy upon the grass.
I will awake...

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Did you forget me
Inquire you not today
Dry clouds on the line

Yearn I now for you
One drop of dew on my tongue
Urging my sad heart

Flow no...

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Natures Moonshine


A soft rain, needle point sharp, cold
yet refreshingly welcome
gentle tremors teased the flowers
droplets trickling down parched petals
washing away the footprints of the bees.

Leaves collect...

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