Best Sloshes Poems

Urges ushered Est’bel out of her abode –
a cottage cobbled together from cobwebs and clapboard – 
and she scuttled forth,
her nesty hair tousled
by a leaf-laced breeze

In her bony hands she clutched
dregs of a nightmeg broth
in a porcelain jar stoppered
by a coffinwood shard

Her bare feet stepped...

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I know you’re happy,

Guess I’m stuck bein’ me,

Guess I stay missin’ out on chances that I couldn’t see.

But in the meantime,

Keep your head,

And know I’m doin’ just fine.

You know, maybe I’ll get lucky and catch you around sometime.

I don’t mean to cry.

Guess catchin’ up was...

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Ah, Spring: each laden cloud more rain delivers,
that soaks our clothes and in our new shoes sloshes.
Our streets blockaded thanks to pregnant rivers,
with mud tracked in the house from kids' galoshes.

Ah, weeds: the bane of ev'ry gardener!
Unwanted life that fouls our garden's bliss.
Dear mother nature,...

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Every year it was brought down from the garage rafters.  Green metal frame and 
springs, green canvas with white fringe and a little green pillow.  It was laid out, hosed 
off and erected.  Grandpa couldn't have done it without us grand kids....

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It’s the sole legacy from his dad.

A cup of ice cream tempts him 
more than the alluring face of
 a fair lady. Eating is his ecstasy 
forgetting the existence. 

It blooms in orange or red hue 
in a test tube in the summer 
of tension.

Urinary...

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The sea is a wild feast -
my heart in breast beating.
The sea, a hungry beast,
tug of war competing.
My feet dissolve in its wake.

I wade out to meet the waves.
Ebb and flow of friendship.
Salty air above my waist.
The wind sloshes my lips.
My cheeks, a blush sunbake.

I...

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Communications among organic creations
of sacred EarthMother
are overwhelmingly rooted
in nonverbal
nonviolent communion

Complex evidence of things
within relationships of feeling
and touch,
creatures seen
and heard,
recreations smelled
and tasted,
cognitive awareness of purpose
and intuitive integrity for meaning
sacred smooth full-wombed
woked mindedness

We are, together,
at our best,
on and in and for and of
Earth's rest 
in solidarity play...

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My brain is a drain
For knowledge, like rain,
Which pours down the spout
And tumbles right out.

My mind is a sponge, encrusted with grunge.
The leftover scum of a brainwash.
When truth inundates, a bit penetrates
And the sponge get's a little bit larger.
As insight seeps in, I finally begin
To...

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I'm de-boned, on my back, sun-dazed,
green water slipping under ribs.
I circle a mandala of light behind my eyes.

Pals slip through rings of sparkling sunshine.
Pale limbs dive through slowly spinning water 
while time sloshes back and forth.

A skinny black girl, her torso submerged,
long neck holding her...

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March winds direct the weather vane
April showers water wheat and grain
May flowers grow on the lane

The mud splashes the mud sloshes
Kids wear raincoats and galoshes
Down the hill water washes

A newborn calf will join the herd
A nest is built by mama bird
A toddler says her first...

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A sparkler with long little lashes,
this soaring star
...this twinkle twinkle little star.*

She ladles gravy
at the mini soup kitchen,
her teeny tiny wings clapping.

This fairy, a card shark,
deals out ham, turkey and tofu,
and sloshes cranberry out of a tin can.

At twilight she sings and fairy dust flies.
The...

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Breath of Fresh Air

She is a breath of fresh air
The kind you don’t meet every day
Her long and graceful fingers are filled with (bling)
From the men who loved her before.
She is the kind that makes you blush with a glance.
Her beauty surpasses that of an...

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 Melancholia 

Sometimes my soul aches, in the morning light
Dappled as it arrives through the curtains 
My dad says it’s a beautiful day and, indeed, 
I perceive it as beautiful..trees, people 
But something cold runs through my blue veins 
As I inspect my wrists to...

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Our brains are fragile things, seventy percent which is water, 
and It sloshes around in our skull. Sixty percent of the brain is made of fat.
There are one hundred thousand miles of blood vessels in our brain. 
The brain consists of about one hundred billion...

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The clock is turning forward next week,
as if a man-made rule inaugurates Spring,
or a change in behavior influences nature,
like a bird feeder that makes a warbler sing.

“Spring is in the air,” says my friend
as she sloshes through wet slush and snow
on a gray and windy...

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