Quotes about wets, page 3
Releasing a Treasure...
do not find me the will
or that reason
to release this treasure to air
to remove this from
me,
find me that feeling
that rain that wets this dry leaf
so that i can be alive again
green with
dew
find me that sun
that makes this wilting grass grow into a
carpet of dreams
give me the moon
that shall spread its golden sheen again
on the gray surfaces of
sadness
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pick Up The Dawn
He was not him,
today the day ended with a boom,
had walked aimlessly for hours
in half fear and half hope.
Window filters a new moon. It
burns the pillow, wets the glass,
had he kissed goodbye
to the glass house?
Tired of being a dwarf
bridging the gap between hurts and animus.
The truth was only known to the deported.
Smoldering in the cauldron for years
he was never ripe for the plunge;
his kind refused to cling to straw for ever.
Wanted inner shength to stand
against the shots, to read the illegible words
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poem by Satish Verma
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Welcome Autumn
Now, early sunset and late sunrise,
days have trimmed short their size.
Schools, universities open after break,
maple's gold leaves go autumn break.
Valley dressed in flowers, coloured brisk,
wait next summer for recreation trips.
By sun falling, stars weep, shed tears,
cascading smoky damp, wets the air.
Birds flocking, planning to disappear;
to find warm nestle before winter nears.
Hello! season of harvest and abundance,
Confer to land, lot fruits and food grains.
Goodbye heat! Welcome season of festivity!
Love to peek the beauty of changeability.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Seed, Qou Vadis?
seed falling on the ground
brought by a night bird
wet by the rain of dusk
you have no choice
but to crack your hard covering
and then grow
some roots and leaves
in time's blessing
some flowers
then fruits
then the silence of the wilting
follows
to be back into a seed again
eaten by this night bird
and thrown back
to a distant soil
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Sonnet 01: First love I would remember now and hence,
First love I would remember now and hence,
Like rain that came ahead of April's norms,
It wets us through, though deemed of no offence,
And laced our days throughout the August storms;
First things have always claimed in mind a room,
As how strangely, we would greatly uphold,
What first enters or goes out of the womb:
The virgin's loss, or firstborns' heirloom gold;
The foremost pain was that eggshell to break,
For love that lies unsaid in many ways,
If by queer chance, might I, those days remake,
No more will I hold back on love's forays;
....Now I have known, to mourn not love when lost,
....If but it's known to one who mattered most.
.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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What To Account For The Morning
when i wake up
plans begin to sprout like
mongo seeds in my bed
and i like a blanket
or sack
wets again with
the unnecessary moisture
of the day
to come
anxiety about what
could have been done for
another day
rules this game of life
worry about some
necessities which were left
forgotten
and now i sit here on a chair
beside my bed
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Can She Really Go Slow On Poetry?
you bet. As i am telling you
there is no such thing as
stopping and there is no such
thing as slowing either
as emotions are part
of our mental matrix so shall
poetry be, there is no choice
the words keep coming
and you do not mind what
the critics say, you keep
on writing down the revelations
of your good self and the way
the bad black horse tries to
kick you off this universal
fence, cannot kick you again
more than what it desires
unless you shall
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Susie Asado
Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea.
Susie Asado.
Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea.
Susie Asado.
Susie Asado which is a told tray sure.
A lean on the shoe this means slips slips hers.
When the ancient light grey is clean it is yellow, it is a silver seller.
This is a please this is a please there are the saids to jelly.
These are the wets these say the sets to leave a crown to Incy.
Incy is short of incubus.
A pot. A pot is a beginning of a rare bit of trees. Trees tremble,
the old vats are in bobbles, bobbles which shade and shove and
render clean, render clean must.
Drink pups.
Drink pups drink pups lease a sash hold, see it shine and a bobolink
has pins. It shows a nail.
What is a nail. A nail is unison.
Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea.
poem by Gertrude Stein
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Transformations Of Our Being
at first, no matter how trivial
each dust becomes special
since it comes from your tongue
wet with the sweetest saliva of your love,
we always want it that way
that rainy feel
that wets us all over
running down our spine
into the hidden nooks of
our being
that we do not wish to share
with any creature
in this exclusive spot that we found
gee
you say it once
and i join you
in this harmony
of our
differences
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Magic Goal
The magic moment,
The magic goal,
And like the black antelope! !
But, this poem is twisted to teach you.
The wind blows up everything,
The heat dries up everything,
The rain wets up everything,
But this poet of this poem is beside you;
And like an ordinary man in iniform and,
A hunter with a gun in the hand!
The magic moment,
The magic goal,
But everything came out! !
And, there is hope for the future;
Yes, a light of hope on this feelings,
But, how is this thing calculated? !
I want to know.
For, form, formed, formally, forward, forced;
And like the shadow girl and the shadow boy!
Forbearance, forbade, forcibly, forearm, forest;
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poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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