Best Spritzed Poems

Her man was woven into love spell
By another woman, not of her smell. 

Bewitchery, she will not tolerate
To the perfumery she’ll calculate.

Apothecary had the perfect answer 
An exotic earthy whiff from vetiver! 

Happy she was her man found her erotic -
But, alas, it was only...

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Translucent turquoise tide pools
soft shimmer on the sand,
mirrors for vain seagulls,
bathtubs for crusty crabs.
The tide slap lapping on the beach,
cavorting up and down the shore
with sounds of gentle laughter
mixing tumbling rocks and broken shells.
Adrift along a fantasy,
stretched out upon the sand;
my mind a merry fishhook
baiting...

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The tinted walls’ filled with paintings -
Max, Bull, Fanch, Chen and Noah.
The mantel, shelves, tabletops cleared
to be lemon-dusted and windex-spritzed.

Company’s coming. Lots to be done.
Blinds brushed, windows squeegeed,
cobwebs cleared, Blue-teal rug vacuumed -
prepare for our grandsons’ two week visit.

The saddest task - relinquishing my books.
Of...

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Where the waves break
And sea foam rises
The crisp sound of the ocean
Echoes in the cavernous openings
Of private oceanside caves.
Waters rise and recede
As time passes through.
Sunlit moments slightly shaded
By rock shadows floating by.
Caressed by tropical breezes,
Spritzed in salt waters,
My soul is peacefully content
In this wide open...

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I went to the beach 
For my vitamin sea
To drink in the zing 
Of an orange setting sun  
As it spritzed liquid gold
Onto zesty shimmering sand 

© Brenda V northeast   6th January   2012...

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My husband tried to kill the germs
That lurk within our space.
He bought a spray-top Lysol and 
He spritzed around the place.

Now germs are rather clever things – 
Invisible and sly;
You never know exactly where
Their tiny bodies lie.

They like to float up in the air
And cling...

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Little yellow bottle,
Yield to me your fumes,
Speak of my triumphs, 
My failures,
My joy,
My sorrow. 
Speak of the man
I once hoped to woo;
Speak of sleepless nights
Spent buried under a million quilts,
My face shoved into
A pillow spritzed 
With the soft scent of your perfume.
Speak of me, 
Of...

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Word Requiem in D Minor

Hello.
Fancy meeting you here. 
Last time we met like this?
That would be 1979, at Rio.
I remember we walked slowly 
Up to the second floor balcony, 
Of the overlooking science building,
Scanning with four eyes the big cemetery,
Set out beyond a mile or...

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A woodpecker pecked on our siding
And likely, won’t listen to chiding.
He left a few holes 
Beyond our controls
In a place where we’re partly residing.

An expert came by for assessing
The damage where Woody’d been messing.
He spritzed with a spray 
But could not really say
Why he’d pecked...

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Yearlong, we have waited,
yearning for vacation,
yet like nomads we dwell,
yon from city life, spritzed
yellow frisking through firs,
yielding to swift trail bends,
young, sleeping in bunkbeds.

6-13-2021
Y Plieades...

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Each year she went through a ritual 
preparing for his big night
she had been given strict orders as to how 
to ignite his passions just right 
the perfume was spritzed soft and light
the negligee warn low and tight   
but this year when the...

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Peter, Charles and I were jetting our way to Paris. I’d just woken up. I had to pee so badly it woke me up. It was a medical emergency. I stretched and everything hurt, I felt like I was 30.

Peter was sitting next to me,...

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A deep resigned sigh, was felt throughout the aquamarine sky 
When Raw Purity Faerie finally sat down for the evening,
Releasing sprinkled twinkles of magic, into the never-land of souls
Of her forest trees and buddies. She did not know when to say no.

Owl and fox gathered...

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In the mornings, building staff,
Equipped with long green hoses,
Wash sidewalks down, attentive to
What lurks beneath their noses.

Most often, it’s what’s left behind
By dogs which poo or piddle,
With owners who, despite the law,
Obey it very little.

Though yesterday, a homeless man
Sprawled on the sidewalk, sleeping.
Though he was...

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ebony skunk waddled through our dog door yesterday afternoon
don’t worry said husband, he will probably leave very soon
instead, he invited in guests, two monkeys and a baboon
they decided to stay with us during the latest monsoon

the dogs did not care for the skunk, chased him...

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