Long Rinses Poems

A raw poem. Whoever would like to rearrange, reorganize it has the right. I'd like to thank them all. I promise I will never make a claim for that 

A husband knows, but he pretends...

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Colures transposed orbits closed whence derive the rains of rose?
Across million mileage magic and magnitude are striding
O'er holistic horizon svelteness and smoothness are sliding
Meridian framed parallax tamed whither swash the rains of rose?
Spray by spray,...

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I am a woman in a man's world drinking milk to prepare a mustache. 
The struggle to survive is disobedience.

In my garden, behind the weeds, there is a String of Pearls and the skulls we...

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Maria Flores
1878-1923

Si, he was muy macho!
I was the last to see him.
Before Senor White sealed his body for eternity,
Inside the cheapest casket I had ever seen!
And I was working there, for White-Emerson,
From the time I...

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Fragile Steps

Fragile feet broken-in, glass slippers
waltzing through the ballroom.
The sweep of a cerulean gown,
charming, with angel wings.

~

Broken inside, fatherless, feathers
fall around her - weeping. Bullies - dressed
like sisters, tango around her tresses.

Pulling...teasing, stepmother leading.
Ribbons unwound.

~

Her...

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summer before freshman year
stargazing from the muddy banks
of a class celebratory bonfire
across the roaring river

multiple guitar melodies
competing with the sounds
of joyous screaming and laughter
as well as the usual night life

ever the outsider
all alone in the...

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Reading alone gets wit and wisdom,
Wide reading increases knowledge,
We can learn a lot by that process,
That only paves the way for growth.

We must make a note of all the books
That World calls as a treasure...

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Buried alive by your goodbyes
Airborne dead by your senseless lies
Overcoming feelings of hurt,
Seeking first His comfort

Drenched in silence 
While the waters rinses away
The dread from my head
The squalid grief left me
Breathless for only a moment,
Then...

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Who will make a stand?
Countless like the seashore sand…
Who shall make a stand?
The end of mankind is at hand

Will someone save me?
Knee deep in regret, I see…
Save me from gravity's hold or I’ll be upset
Nighttime's...

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The moon casts a surreal light
Upon looking out of the window
The night is my mistress
Solitude my blanket
Then I think of you:
The daffodils dancing as they glisten
Your almond eyes,
Serene lips always rest unscathed -
Right every after...

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The mist washes the hills
In a hazy comfort,
Soothing away every thought
Releasing the promises
Worthiness, like the dewdrop
Silencing fears, tears

The mist, like a heavy fog,
Caressing oak and pine
Stardust falls, pouring out
Rhymes, rhythms
Poetry on the emotional
Ride through eventide

The...

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She washed her hands, carefully, so as not to remove too many memories, and the basin made
of porcelain must have held his fingers, somewhere...

She appeared to herself~hair piled above her head, curls escaping across alabaster
cheeks~alone...

There...

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The rhapsody of rainbow 
melts in morose mélange,
the concoction of colors
bleeds in silence,
sucked out 
of crumbled core of cloud,
soothing rain rinses 
the stains on broken hearts,
shades of grey paints 
the frayed linen of love
redundant.

The requiem...

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Mister Joe, would-be muse, 
jangles loose change in his pocket.
Memories jogged and garnered as he walks.
Mister Joe in contemplation, 
washes, rinses and tumble dries, what pops into his head,
in hourly cycles, with riddles, jingles and...

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In tents some great adventures dwell.
Intense are nights where flashlights swell.

Sites are intimate and spacious.
Sights agree, the Lord is gracious.

Peeks of heaven's breath surround us.
Peaks within trek's reach astound us.

Wood is obtained for bright campfires.
Would...

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swoosh of the vacuum
swipe of cloth in circular
patterns. climbing up step stool.
snatching away cobwebby art.
searching for spaces to permanently stash.

sensuous path of cleaning cupboards
and their concentric circle knobs.
the daily sway and swing of caring
for the...

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Wait hold up something is so wrong
I have the feeling soon I'll be dead and gone
It's getting hard to eat
Hard to feel my feet
Not to mention I feel nausea when I see meat
Especially beef
Everyday feels...

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The sergeant says,
you know the drill
And the new grunts get the spit down
Pressed pants and shiny boots 
in the barracks
are military grade thumbs up
But, in the showers, eyes are cast down
Murmurs and rumors 
are the...

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The ebb and flow of salty seas cools sands
Calm rinses burning heat from sunny shores.
A gleeful child builds castles with small hands.
Serenely, Mother watches and adores.
The breaking waves dance when they reach dry lands.
The creatures...

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Oh, jungle, deep ...
hug me close your jade breast -
I long to hear a thrum within ...
let your warm whispers tickle
the tympans of my ears with
sultry songs of your essence ...
and your tangle of mysteries.

Face-to-sky,...

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You can't march dirt from soiled laundry – 
one needs a strong detergent, and several
cycles of rinses.  You can't vote dictators
out of office – they do the counting, generally
counting the people out.  The...

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The humming bird comes to the hibiscus again
 Frozen in light like a drop of rain
And sticks its sweet tongue into her red throat
 Sucking to its breast while minutes float
The silence of the nectars...

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Rhapsody of rainbow splits in morose mélange
Bleeding colors sucked from crumbled clouds
Rainstorm rinses the stains on broken hearts
Shades of grey paints the frayed linen of love.

Requiem of rose echoes melancholic medley
Petals hold the tear in...

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Listen to the tap…tap…tapping; the music of falling rain.
Sky rinses out it’s watering cans; It’s sprinklers are the clouds.
Gaia’s children are thirsty; roots stretch and heartily drink.


Gardeners collect water for the drier days; the children...

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With moonlight, I pace… a quiet repose
That gazing far across a wind-tossed sea 
Ringlets of tides beckon me, quietly.
Where an opportunity lifts my woes
As I in solace view the edge of bends
Until crests turn strong...

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