Short Douses Poems

Happy smile roses
                                          other one's anger douses
                                                Sweet appearances...

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as the sea softly douses the thirsty beach  seven horses fly



January 6, 2018
Cliche used: opposites attract
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Sponsored by: Silent One...

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   festivals flare up
   in July’s fever
     cooler instruments prevail over time

   snare-drums’ syncopation
   grass skirts' gyrations
     blank verse douses their rhyme
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So, when you find out
that it's all been lies,
and you wanna
make someone pay the price
Calm yourself down
'Cuz you know it'll never happened.
It's just a fact of life,
but that don't make it right.
It's just a cruel constant,
another rule in the human game.
It's just a cruel constant,
holy water douses the flame....

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A scarlet sun slips over the edge of Earth;
its light banished until Dawn's rebirth.
And Night stifles a dog's bark
with tunes of a lark;
just before
dark.
At its core,
ebony seems stark;
till fireflies light up the park.
And as Dusk douses feelings of mirth;
a scarlet sun slips over the edge of Earth....

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Blest Solitude! Nursing again,
lush ample breasts inside
twice starved and shell-shocked lips. When
nightmare-spawned phantoms ride
gale winds of terror’s shrill
screech, she douses their will,
her silent power subtly turning
Diablo’s ship from bow to stern. Bring
forth thine long hidden agony.
Her bosom yields respite for learning
love’s infinite magnanimity....

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A wedding may lead to a child                                            
     first one and then another  
  A strong, healthy marriage, unified
     bonds of children, groom and bride…

  Yet a wedding can lead to aggravation
     even a parting of the ways
  When a hurried period of incubation
     douses the initial blaze

  May yours be long and rewarding
     on Earth, in Heaven ~ life-transforming
...

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Infernal heat

To suffer yes infernal heat,
To burn the fork out of your trouser seat,
submerged in loves tales of deceit,
when tender-loin arouses,
to burn with fires taste of lust,
to strap it down to stop its thrust,
to feel like it might surely bust,
unless the flame she douses,
to pander to this manly urge,
to feel the blood the rising, surge,
could be my fetal fatal final dirge, 
from coming, passion flowers…

Don Johnson...

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