Best Wets Poems

The Maltese Moon,
she draws my eyes
to shapely orb
in starlit sky
she smiles at me
with wanton grace
and spills desire
upon my face
I'm all awash
in milky glow
sacred secrets
Mine to...

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Ted’s libido has now gone astray
He refused a quick roll in the hay
So what could be the cause -   
It’s the male menopause...

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The heron is the color
of a November morning.
Fog wets the river rocks.
Fossils faintly echo
a grey past.
I shall take one stone 
home,
to look
through its waterworn hole
and...

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This life is fine
The world is mine
Though I can’t stop
The hands of time

The birds all sing
And flowers bloom
The sun still shines
And chases gloom

And I can...

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I am with you always...
You think I'm far away
I'm closer than you think
I'm just a whisper away...

The breeze is my breath on your cheek
The rain...

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I wish I were an angel
To flood your world with my light
To hold, comfort and cheer you
All through long lonely night

I wish I were a...

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Just a regular curbside puddle,
It really wasn't that big.
But it had the look of an ocean,
To a sweet little puppy named 'Pig.'

"Your paws might touch...

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I’m inside the night
Twirling my thumbs
Watching moths 
About my head
Beating soft wings
Against things.

I’m outside the day
Wiping sweat from
The back of my neck
Watching pterodactyls 
Beating their...

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Whose face stares back at me
from this strangely shaped mirror?
Where could I be? I do not have a mirror
that looks like this. Am I that...

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She is the liquid night
The fluid obsidian chalice
She engulfs me

Her breath is frangipani
It is the air I breathe
She permeates me 

In her starlit vision
In her...

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Sometimes I look for you at night,
And every now and again I wonder what you look like
or what are you doing while I write. 

Once...

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I am a Red Red Rose
I am a red red rose
A beauty to behold
My texture captivates
My scent invigorates
Petals, a velvet red
Coverings for your bed
Leaves an...

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This life is fine
The world is mine
Though I can’t stop
The hands of time

The birds all sing
And flowers bloom
The sun still shines
And chases gloom

And I can...

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Rain slowly trickles
Dribbles from blue asphalt roof
Wets ink 'pon page
"Twas dry dull work written by
The old poet as tears did flow

For Jimbo...

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Black Powder
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He waits offstage, his posture tense,
his gaze locked on the audience -
his first in years.

He blots the sweat that wets his face,
then walks onstage...

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