Best Water Washed Poems

I watch the water trickle down my blank canvas,
The whole world is crying today...

      Nature has water-washed the Earth green, 
    The land looks fresh, as if awakened by a magic touch,
  I trace the cold...

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We played in sandcastles made from falling mistakes...
The water washed away all my sins it could take...
Precious tears that dried before the pain went away...
Now only floating among what never really fades...
Paper clipped to my soul like a reminder that makes an imprint...
I close my...

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GOD WILL NOT BE MOCKED

He sits high upon golden calf
— invisible to naked eye.
If they saw him they’d know the half.
The mocking dragon waves goodbye.

The red face of Moses turns pale.
He descends the holy mountain.
Harried stone tablets —downward sail!
Quake splits earth with molten fountain.

Serpent’s head...

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after doors close    after hours    when scarlet neon flickers out    red-light nights fill voids of need    my body is a ripped flower    my throat tingles to the burn of vodka-fire...

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Crudités, fresh, piled high and swaggering
From the market, bought this evening.
Thrusting carrots, earth still clinging,
Crisp cos, perky peppers, piquant roquette,
Rude red radishes, cucumber firm,
All in cool clear water washed,
Droplets sparkling on their surface.
Want to dip them in my hummus?

Temptresses teasing, to whet the appetite:
Oval curves...

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I found a kind moment lost  in your cloud tear

The heavenly water washed away our pain and fear

It drowned us both with love and took away the sin

The rain drops of hope began to cling to our skin

The torrent showers flowed through your heart...

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Summer, 
	the Guadalupe River, 
	at least a couple of decades ago...
 	
	A bend in any river,
	no matter how slowly that river flows, 
	erodes the outside of that bend, 
	digs away at the bank, 
	separating stones from sand, 
	nudging them into shallow water 
	across and down...

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They were young then, now they would be old men looking across an empty beach, the sun at their back; for many this would be their last day to grow old; dead in the water; dying on the sand of Omaha Beach.

Memories.

Three long hours smashing...

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We half-hearts cling as scaffold
Mouths of cellophane statements
Morphia inducing as our eyes talc-storm over
Seeing nothing in everything
Like a tank we collide, by the
Edges of a summer vortex pushing as bulimia

It is only the intoxication of drink talking
However, I am yet to take even one mute...

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The Pitter-Patter of Rain 

I sit here on the porch listening, 
Watching the rain in the night.
Pitter-patter on my roof, 
I thought about all I have gained,
Over all these years of life,

As all I have lost and gone,
As if water washed it all away,
Oh maybe...

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How do I explain where I have been, new lover? 

Once, on warm summer nights 
I laid tangled in the darkness
Warmed against deep loneliness
In the form of a man
And how I accepted it, this moth’s fate-
Tapping my heart 
Over and over
Against that light 
On the...

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The sun seemed to last forever
As we walked hand in hand
My dad and I together
Our feet sinking in the sand

His smile was so bright
As he looked at me
What a beautiful sight
Of the ocean we could see

The South Carolina sun rays
Beat down on our tanned skin
Like...

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The day I married my love



How would I forget the day I married my love ?

The day daddy lavished  wealth and fame

As he filled city hall with people and wine

And made music available from dawn to dusk

And danced left and right like tongue of...

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The Life of a Breakwater
		
			A walk on the sharp shingle led to where
			The dry, smooth surface felt warm to our feet,
			The pale grey stonework embedded in the beach.
			Those steps so broad and long led down into 
			The calm sea. We paused, luxuriating
			Where the Summer sun...

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Fall trees stand empty,
water washed away their souls.
Wasted reflections.


For tranquility contest...

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