Sluice Poems - Poems about Sluice

... 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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

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

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...The sluice gates of my heart are lifted and downstream my love boat is drifted......Read the rest...

...Insomnia- the madman napping in the attic. Alarm clock set for a second past the ogre's hour... His greasy head resting on a burlap bag. Filling with ferrets and rats-firecrackers for teeth. T......Read the rest...

...Bawling fog horns shake scales from tiled rooftops. Spume and brume spray momentary mountains over submerging sea walls From the pub on the harbor front, we hear the buffeted gulls cry as th......Read the rest...

...he was making so much turbulence that he needed windbreaker trousers his farting more than gas from cheeks but a fluid blown attack on decency and common sense in torrential times fu......Read the rest...