Sluice Poems - Poems about Sluice

...ghost, river, shiver, gaze, tender, cold Ghost River Ghost river runs without a shrink. Little known in polite circles. With cupped hands, the shameless down drink. Suspen......

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...Song of the Highest Tower by Arthur Rimbaud translation by Michael R. Burch Let it come, let it come, The day when all hearts love as one. I’ve endured so long That I’d even forgotten The ......

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...What happened to my sex drive? (sung – in a round pussy willow warble - to the tune of -- Oh Where Oh Where has my little dog gone). Once pronounced libido of mine took kamikaze nose dive, ......

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... Written: June 09, 2024 For Ink Empress Contest “a mute tongue is a slave to silence” - Silent One ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <>...

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... Lord, save this unholy Baptist!? Her lactation, like mother's juice, slakes thirsty tongues with creamy gist. To flush her slick love-chamber's sluice, with corkscrew thumbs, and pr......

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...On the subject of bathing There are two schools of thought: In a shower or tub, Which you do, Which you ought? Of course, some people say Either way is okay, While others are a tad more partic......

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...Fishing Holiday A kingfisher sitting on the old harbour wall Listening to the geese from the mud flats call I'm here for some sea fishing until after the thaw Bra......

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...Written: September 08, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ In the realm of fearless pranks, we meet, Where weakfish lump and teardrops greet. A sluic......

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...Dreams continue as he pursues and fits into those new life shoes/ Steams of old morose songs singing sad blues in dark venues/ Has his hold paddling multiple life canoes/ His eyes mold maddening v......

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...Spring equinox arrives March 20th, 2023 at 5:24 PM Despite what outside temperature registers (even absolute zero), the official arrival of spring occurs, when thee eel hip tic of coe phish hun......

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...Outside the sanctum, clenched teeth, tension, a sense of being spun slowly, in comical ocean drift Bobbed cork barely able to rein my orientation. Luckily, current flux of haphazar......

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...Lowing fog horns shake scales from rooftops. We see the seawall drowning, the surging waves rising unfolding spume and brume into mountains. From the pub on the harbor front, we can hear the......

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...A skinny black girl, her torso submerged, long neck holding her head up like a swimming Anhinga. I should not know what a ‘snakebird’ is --- I am eleven years old and have lived in the same dirt......

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...Paws paddlewheel a roundness. Mouth wide in the sluice, a sodden rudder pushes sideways braiding a foaming wake. Pond and dog orbit an ocular sky, watery eyes memo the turning scene: a bobbing h......

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...There is a sublime pool of intersecting streams. I wade that wet like watermelon's green. Citrulline el citrine my cisterns be clean like the water's Maxwell. The soul is luminous and gloo......

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