Long Swashing Poems

My mind's a naturalistic blur;
    She is a hazy green image
    pressed up against the lens
    Our hands press against each other
    only...

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Neptune: 
I believe what I endowed the earth
with the swashing foreland when
the arogant waves strikes and take birth
of gentle ripples while flashing back
To the oceanic abyss, the sapphire peace. But
Where are you my marine fille?
Come...

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Five words on infinity and beyond

Dancing with life the jester wise fool majestic clown
plays tricks illusions wisdom at the court of living madness
dissolves uncertainty’s conclusions spins and cycles
on fines lines suspended from seeming polar opposites
complements...

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The Avon Lady sold her some lipstick in the colour of plum
It was on special offer and she couldn't resist buying some
Then she bought a purple dress to match her purple lips 
The purple pirate...

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The river
When we met 
Was splashing 
Both the banks


I was 
A little nervous

I wanted to swim
In case I sank?

The other day
There was a report
In the newspaper
As he was ardently fondling
The pulsating blonde neck and throat
In...

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I hear sounds of the wind hissing and rustling.
I listen on the beach to the waves cascading,
Slapping, tossing swashing the sand pebbles,
Something close to eternity within me touches. 
	
I see some gliding fishing boats over...

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I hear sounds of the wind hissing and rustling.
I listen on the beach to the waves cascading,
Slapping, tossing swashing the sand pebbles,
Something close to eternity within me touches. 

I see some gliding fishing boats over...

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Swashing waves and swimming fish who don’t cry    
The sun shining her rays on the ocean 
A massive fish stared to the ocean’s sky        ...

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I listen on the beach to the cascading waves,
Slapping, tossing the sand pebbles,
Creating, swishing, swashing sounds,
I hear hissing, rustling sounds in the caves.

I see some gliding fishing boats everywhere,
The seagulls soaring, gliding in the air...

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Each day I suck, on a Whiskey jug
As my life also, does suck on me
My worth on earth about as much
As my piss is, to the sea

Inside this swashing jug, a raging sea 
Sets me...

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I listen on the beach to the waves cascading,
Slapping, tossing the sand pebbles,
Creating swishing, swashing sounds,
I hear hissing, rustling sounds of the wind.

I see some gliding fishing boats there,
The seagulls soaring, gliding in the air...

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the swashing

the evening we were declared 
WORLD’S HOTTEST CAPITAL

sarah & i seek relief via a cool walk 
between jetties — where an impromptu  

marine superhighway has formed 
— a never ending  people procession...

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INTO    THE    STORM     (PART  1)

A few drops predicting storm, large, heavy, hard.
Black clouds, low, hanging, turbulent.
Wind drops as a boxer lowers his guard,
Confident of...

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Come take a tour,
of my grooming shop,
at poems end, I'm sure you'll agree,
were the best,
so forget the rest,
C'mon, read on, and see,
dogs all check in, in the morn,
looking all tattered and worn,
now let's trot down...

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A Skeleton face down in the mud, 
Surrounded by smiles that 
sway through the trees, 
beauty in death; swinging eternity. 

Digestion of all, marrow and blood
laughing, crying, shivers and smiles;
crawling among bones
the insects and their...

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