Best Spume Poems

Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine ego quest for affaire d’amour;
her night-loving body 
c h a s e d 
around circular seasons 
across sky-cycles of solstice...

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You think I have a pretty face

My dresses weaved from frills and lace

You  think that I'm a spoilt brat

with diamonds around my neck

and roses in my bed

You think I own the pot of gold

A blissful future to behold

You think I live on a greener...

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Time slipped through my fingers

along with his worn out sweatshirt.

Hundred sunsets followed

the celebrations of my despair .

But not tonight         Tonight I am ignorant

to all that is sensible.

Not another second will be spared .

Tonight  I seek him...

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Chaste eyes trace my limbs, in the deep of woods
swerving like a breeze moist on fields of grass,
His Latin fire, on edge of twilight moods.

Shape of curves fondled like tender morass,
the call of moaning sprawls into full grind
swerving like a breeze moist on fields of...

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6.   Matsukaze 

("Noh" is an ancient Japanese style of 
drama, broadly similar to Elizabethan
tragedy.  "The Wind in the Pines" is
my version of a well-known Noh play.)

Despite 
the vigil I kept, night on night ... 
despite 
my spring purification rite ... 
paper streamers...

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Waves
and spume
tickles toes
as I paddle
on the shore ... reliving my childhood days

Sweet memories come flooding back to me
a tiny tot
having fun
in the 
sea

Tetractys This Poetry Contest
Charles Messina


4/28/19...

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Naked dunes recline and off the headland 
Spume and dolphin fins hammer rocks, 
Smithereens spraying skywards, 
A roar of thunderous aftershocks. 
Creeps in the tide and out again, 
Leaving vortex swirls upon the sand, 
Patterns changing, Neptune's scrawl, 
Reclaiming atoms of the land. 
The waxen...

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This journey fraught of desperate dreams

Within the grip of swelling grays
The Southern Cross astern now shines
Ever close of darkened bays
Adrift of lost and endless times

Sails now hoist, direction’s wind
I hear the angry waves a’ crash
Spume does touch my worried skin
Tempest waters come to lash

This journey...

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a spurge, a spruce, a creamy spume
of Moscow mayday tree in bloom,
a crush, a diffidence innate
to youth, a long-awaited date,
a me, excited, nervous, pale,
a garden seat, a nightingale,
a slice of sun in strongest tea 
of dusk, a braid, a trendy tee,
a checkered knee-length skirt, a...

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'I think I know why the ocean flows'


When I watch the tides send spume and surf onto the poets' swaying shore

Caress the silken sand embrace high waters so quietly or with almighty roar

As tangled seaweed massages my anxious sun burnt skin and longing wishes

Gloom dissipates...

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How can I sever wolf-waves from the selfish sea?
I ache to cut the rogue from the relentless flow
his crest swelled in high rise on testosterone tide
swindles my tease to tame his blue Neptune flame
mocking my sun dried bed with unruly despise
he rides a white steed...

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How vast and pervasive is the Moon?
Hugeness hints there stand two
Orbs and a turbulent stream
Simply like the dawning sun
All over the half-moon horizon.

On the shore of credulity
The froth shed detritus and sea salt
Carving a path into level sand
Slicing the weft out of silk
By cutting across...

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Written: September 12, 2023
Ocean Poetry Contest                               Sponsored by: Ink Empress
“The sea is an underwater museum...

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THE LEGEND OF CELINE,  THE  WHITE  LADY


In French Canada  no legend is more tragic than that of Celine, 
A beautiful Quebec maiden who, long  ago, fell in love with Alain. 
He  came galloping by on his white horse, ...

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Alone I arrive, walking from Frederick
over the gaps, across gentle hills
out onto a knoll
overlooking this burnished landscape.
Before me I see countless writhing rows
of indiscernible shapes gathered
in terrible rituals mid fire and smoke
darkening the sun.
From distant corners I hear
the rhythmic thud of cannon,
and from fields astir...

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