Best Soak Poems

~Alice Sweet Alice~

        *Like Sisters*
   Everyday -- Holding Hands 
Sunday Dress -- Pink Ribbons
  ...

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In swoon ‘neath golden moon and sable sweep
   let bathe with hues upon my canvas soak
     romance a mingle,...

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I am the wind

You cannot see me but you can feel me

Breezing gently through your hair

Brushing slightly across your cheek

Whispering softly 'neath your ear

I am...

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Stop in your tracks

Take a deep breath
Stop and relax

Close your eyes
Exhale a slow deep breath

In your mind’s eye 
It’s early dawn
It’s quiet and serene around...

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The widow among roses,
though a scent so sweet 
she smells to near smile,
how red the vibrance of life
and soft the petals caress
her lonely cheek,
she remembers...

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When rainstorm shadows
cast raven woven blankets,
entangling between 
the boundaries of 
fantasy and reality's reach,
we search for soft glows
from serenades of slumber,
where we embrace
the quilt of...

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Nobody observes her leaving her room
wearing just her nightdress and red felt carpet slippers
Shuffling silently she slips out of the front door onto the street
Rivulets...

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I am what I meet in
My mirror; a reflection
Of perception, an idea
That’s me. I am a bunch
Of parts, named like 
Constellations of stars
Real enough but...

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I had never felt a part of the we
Not sure how I was supposed to be
I stood on tiptoes trying to see
Wondering if there was...

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I'm in me bath here, with a box of red cheer, 
yeah a box of red cheer, beer's too bloody dear.
Me mind's wanderin twixt big...

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Sunday Morning
I try not to wake him, though he stirs slightly
As I crawl out from the warmth of the covers.
I'm tempted to change my mind,...

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Rather I, Sharpen Blade, Saddle My Battle Horse,
(Dawn, First Battle, Part One)

Dare I, reduce poet's pen to a plastic sword
flee from shadows that invades as...

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Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air
(Ralph Waldo Emerson)
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Cherish the moments, rising on fabric of fuchsia skies,
Painting motifs of amber dawn,...

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I don't know what came over me that day - an instant of weakness after years of resistance, I suppose.

My beaming spouse leads me, a...

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Your voice rose gold 
touching deep beauty
If I were a cloud 
I would rain kisses all over you 
It was no secret that she was...

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