Best Spongy Poems

The scent of your soul

a caramalized breeze of fruit odours

reverbrating softly through my memory

Throwing me right back in ninth grade 

where we sat side by...

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The scent of your soul
a caramelized breeze of fruit odours
reverberating softly through my memory
Throwing me right back into ninth grade
where we sat side by side
Your...

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Sacred Gratitude 
Rockin and Rollin inside my soul
Beckoning musical notes float within me
My heart surrenders and opens
Expanding

When the world outside dances in tension
Feeling bleak and...

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The scent of your soul

A caramelised breeze of fruit odours

reverberating  softly through my memory

Throwing me right back in ninth grade

where we sat side by...

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Cotton And White Clouds

Cotton squeezes spongy soft in sanguine undertows
Flows calmly through the gentle fingers slow
Babies feel them caress their tender skin and sigh
Thin fibers...

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To you plump puffball,
Squatter of the mushroom fungi. 
May your soils be rich
And your spores be many!

Moonstone child of nocturnal reverie
Pride tempts to invite fallacious...

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Enter beside the hollow log mailbox.
Here the road leads through a profusion of leafy damp shadows.
Wild ferns are the underbrush
where Fairy Wrens flit from the...

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INTO THE WILD

I dreamed ......

An arboreal wandering into the wild
Creeping in narrow-leaved green herbage
Afraid to be mashed by other wolverines got riled
Their safe abode is...

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Sukhasana – The Easy Pose  Step 02
Posture -

Step of the Week


The easy posture to start with. Just sit on any flat comfortable ground (it...

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"If you need a thesaurus to find the right word, then it's the wrong word." -- a remembered, probably misquoted, old maxim.

A week of rain
has...

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HISTORY IS OUR STORY

Has someone rolled aloud a drum in my chest
as I hear the decibel loud: lub-dub so jest crest?

Thousand miles apart but such...

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You must take a fat dead man’s corpse
Ideally smooth skin on the back,
Not too rotten, hopefully white,
Then you must take a small device, 
Like a...

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It has come into question
My love for the Croc
Whether it be in bare twinkle toes
Or with knee high socks

Rubber on rubber
From top end to sole
Soft...

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Wrinkled, but beautiful still
Even in decrepit apparel and uncombed;
Jagged skin and sensual fragrance lost
But still spongy her touch is and the smell
Only thing I’d...

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brownian
    here I go~
       haiku number one

round and round
my thoughts and the fan...
full of air

plane up...

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