Best Swooshes Poems

keep the music sorrowfully low,
so big daddy doesn’t hear.
the shadowy figures, surrender
and whisper in your ear.

the psychedelic colors flow
like the sea foam beat.
Angie, your chromatic hair
smells incandescently sweet.

locked and loaded, alone
with your beastie dreams.
your pillow’s soft and it leans -
your coming apart “at the seams”

one...

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Above the firmament, crossing over the rainbow
Riding on those clouds, an endless trail of loving you
 I am a freed butterfly in frenzy from a red cocoon
I’ll taste your kisses, so sweet like flowers in bloom

When I hold your hand, you tightly hold mine
I knew...

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smashing! there she goes swaying her strut in red stilettos
with a lady gaga ’do,  vamp gear and  rockin’ diva blues…
"hottie P.D." that’s what she’s called.. ready to prance at
her latest night call, another  gig for chilling a dish 
at the flaming la...

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As I walk next to the frozen pond
The early morning sun was rising from behind the hill in the distance
Its warm rays peek through the line of maples
The air was still, the day was quiet

Only yesterday’s snow crunches with each step I take,
And the new...

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The-beat-the, the-beat-the, the-beat
Drawn into my innards so sweet.

A lifetime of heartbeats come smoldering back-
The child, the teen, the young adult
Pound, out of sync.
But together they sound so heavenly sweet.

Feet dashing down school halls;
The brush swooshes through hair in the mirror;
Sweet love burns down childhood’s stick...

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A small tree, quite old, sits near the harbor
Where the water swooshes into the rocks
A real dark blue, near black, color exists
A murky flow hits hard there by the docks

The wind picks up, a storm is on the way
Tree bends but surely refuses to break
The...

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Caged magnetic daydreams of lucid migration;

I’ve been there before.  It’s forbidden:

Orchard carved calligraphy crisply cut -
Spiraled surface-scratched immortality 
Dimly azure, aglow on videotape,
Red, blue, green.  Nature’s baby grand.
An organic player-piano ceaseless 
In mellow tone, perched potpourri hillside,
Plucking raspberry notes of beautiful song; 
Translucent...

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Like many heroes of mysterious Marvel Comics, 
Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange is a bolt of magic mix;
Spells of supernatural kinds he works, abundantly,
Crimsons, crystals, ice, rings, chains - in constant redundancy...!

Pile of pure pulverization and annihilation,
The Bolts of Balthakk has become eternal damnation; 
On any...

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I'm a genie and Batman wangled 
        a one-wish, real deal from me;
he said graveyard shift duties 
        have been driving him real nuts lately;
he was bored flapping nocturnal,
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There’s a quiet  in watching  myself sleep
Like a buzz , a drone  of calm abandon
Gently passing this  fluid ocean , deep
Past reeds and tall grasses that slither on
To unknown whispering or gushing tide--
A current, steady as unconscious sigh
Rivering  through the...

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Nestling upon the snow, puss peeks over the soft
dusty snow, as sparkling snowflake spiral and fall
upon her long fur sending her spirits aloft.

She has the most expressive face and yet so small,
her bright emerald eyes look up while the wind whipped
dusty snow, as sparkling snowflake...

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Eyes open as you inhale the morning air, The body still heavy from slumber loosens with each stretch and yawn, Standing slowly you walk to the window, Peeking through the inviting sun beams onto you its warmth, You head for the front door, Every subtle...

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Radios blaring, televisions drumming on and on and on
The faucet drips, the dishwasher hums
A soft blowing sound from the air conditioner
The refrigerator dropping ice..then filling with water

Ticking clocks on the bed stands
The ringing of the phone from some telemarketing service
My own voice droning on the...

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You can't trust them
Tangle in the spider webs mind
You see reflection of your outer soul
It shows the wages of time
In every line on once so smooth a surface
You smile
Creams, powders, stretching, the knife
Once youth escapes it can not be recaptured
Only remembered
In old photographs, home movies

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MY LADY WITH BLUE EYES
I called her out 
She turned around
She smiled at me
And swooshes’ her hair to the back
Where was I, out of the world

I reached for her hand, she became shy
She laughed, and looked down
I stood there and looked as the breeze swindles...

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