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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Not enough heat. Snow. Cold. and now rain
on Tuesday morning. traffic sloshes to work.
it is cloudy for the second straight day. the snow
was magical only...

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fear seems to be the cause du jour
fear if it all just ended
shapes us like quivering jello molds

fear of the landline
tapping into our heads
fear of...

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