Best Smooths Poems

He welds and melts, pours and molds
In his "Conversations with My Soul"
He smooths the rough steel of syllables
Into a "Portrait" graced by his "Play on Words"
Unrolling "Scenes from a Countryside" to "That Starry Night"
Whether "October Skies" or "In November" "Moonlight"
So, "If Ever I Don't Know"
which...

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Non-Toxic Love

Pecking order glances
Destroys friendship chances
Dissolves love, annuls romances.

Surviving smart as a fox…
Smooths that road of hard knocks…
So step out of the box.

Live above mental kicks.
Care, without verbal pricks,
Strengthen homes made of sticks.

Avoid hot gossiping lips
Prevent ill judger's grips.
Watch the evil one do flips.

Find peace...

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Lavish locks sprawl pillowed in peace this morn.
Gently whiskered cheeks hint of last night's lipstick
Tensions banished blue grassy fiddling lingers
Let's take it easy

I'll make the omelets
while you get a shower, dear.
Oh? You'd rather play some more?
Alright, eats postponed.
Pounding rhythms drumming heartbeats
Satiation lullaby.

In stillness your breath...

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I recognize the subtleties of love
its reality
is easy to see.
An emotional gift sent from above
to both the frightened
and the enlightened.
I understand the desire for passion's flame
and sense how disappointment can turn to blame.
But I feel there is more.

My heart starts pounding like a thoroughbred
when I...

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[An Autumn kitchen a crucible of y e a s t and y e a r n i n g]

Samantha kneads dough with determined hands, she hears
    Hank's cry—"Vi vi an"—a phantom yeast in the air
      ...

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Hard-working, calloused hands 
firmly imprint ridges upon my back.
Your sandpaper face, like a fine file, 
smooths against my neck gently.
Like your rugged bristle terrain, 
my arm hairs stand erect.


11-7-19...

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Your hairy brown exterior
Belies the sweet interior

A gift to humans culinary
Or cocktail quite extraordinary

Your oil it smooths, caresses
A babies bum it blesses

Your cream is heaven slurry
As I add it to my curry

In short you're what we all need
Though your stature for a plant seed

Might be...

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She's only seventeen
Eyes of warm blue ice…  
a sky with clouds of pearl
Kindness peeks out, 
empathy for the whole world
Ebony lashes, concealing,
revealing, in a graceful fan
Flickering glimpses of
 this strong woman within
Youth plumps and smooths
 dandelion dusted skin, 
That only glows a golden bronze...

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When one excites
 the other calms.
When one is worried
  the other soothes.
When one is rough
  the other smooths.

We go together
  like sweet and sour.
We're the same
  yet different too.
We can't fit in
  the same shoes.

But we like the sky
 ...

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Picture a man’s solitary stroll on a sandy seaside,
Early time of day, just a short time after low tide,
Water almost calm, gentle waves lapping the shore,
Early morning sun brilliantly blazing the horizon.
Feel the wonderful breeze…smell the salty ocean air…  
See, hear the jaegers, gulls...

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We are all improbable in our own way, 
and who can augur the future?  
I never could have laid out my course in advance, 
though in looking back it all makes sense, 
even if it was me flipping a coin (or if somebody flipped...

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THE TIDES OF TIME

Willy nilly the aging process
Smooths and recycles the sharp edges of life
And re-sorts our big troubles and small.
The ebb and flow of time -  irresistible,
Repetitive, constructive, destructive  -
Cleans the rubble-strewn
Patch of our life,
Rounds and makes regular each grain,
Filling in holes,...

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A light with bite that wounds the eye
is breaker borne. Ashore,
this bright morning burns
black holes upon the retina:
sun spots that dot the dunes.
My vision sweeps, west to east,
a stretch of beach. Each wave,
which breaks then smooths to ripples,
retreating leaves its flotsam:
spume-laden seaweed and shells the...

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Oasis at noon

What a wonderous quiet place it is
the heart of a palm oasis
skirted trees stand guard about
keeping dusty heat without
holding shaded cool within

a small breeze sneaks past a frond
dancing in ripples across the pond
am I intruder, am I part
I wander and wonder in my...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV Part Two
                 II

The first signs reek tell-tale
Buffer-to-buffer parking lots choc-a-bloc
Long insistent hornblowing concertos announce the Yin’s arrogant...

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