Short Moistly Poems

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     monz'morning 
           mewz        < meant muse}
    mine       moved
          mawz
     mysteriously
         making
           mary
         moistly        < meant mostly}
      motionless

© James Peranteau  

Rose exquisitely you colour 
my every wish silken touches jewels

When a dream comes true 
from the flames blushing petals

Sweetest dove loving cotton shades the warmness
blue crowns baby hues Heaven's aura circles

Beholding from a heart it's fragrance lingers 
kissed moistly by the foggy dew

© Liam Mcdaid  

I left it there
Tucked into a warm corner
Beneath the ancient Elm.

I return frequently
To visit this moment
Bathe in its peace.

Listen for the rustle
Of leaves, the chatter
Of flippant squirrels.

Sink into the warmth
Of moistly scented soil
And crusted tree bark.

I left it there
That dream
That day.

I return
Longing to continue
That days dream.

©11/29/2022

© John Lawless  

Sally Garrel is beautiful.
At least, that’s what she should be.
From her family’s looks she remains,
Perhaps most likely-
Fair white skin
Flowing blond hair
Flashing green eyes
Pouty lips moistly tinged rose
However, one can not truly tell,
For she is covered in
One Big Beauty Mark
Blotchy Brown
Fuzzed Hairs
Raised and Greasy
Sally Garrel is beautiful.
At least, that’s what she should be.

© Rain Dubilewski  

With a flutter of the eye lashes
With a look, so soft, demure
With soft whispers in the ear
She keeps me wanting more

With her words clearly spoken
With her hands, soft caress
With her lips, pouting moistly
She welcomes with finesse

With desires ever flowing
With her heart ever so pure
With a hint of sensuality
She makes me want her more

With her fire deep within her
With the need to douse the flame
With the want to be fulfilled
She calls to me by name

© Michael Degenhardt  

I might be sincerely sick of this DeliciousLife when hovers like clouds golden
Fingers pray-like lovers barely breath-kissing.  Allow hungry hands eye-thirsty
		
To touch
please:	Your countrysided Curves
                Dew meadow puddle eyes
                Bountiful bosom bouquet
	
On this moistly most wondrous DAZE

	Two dove(er)s
        Two lovers

Embraced in do-or-die
	
And time eats itself into 
A fat belly of jollies.

:: 06-03-18 ::
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© Ernest Robles