Quotes about wets
Love is in draining
Mother dries her breasts and wets her child’s womb.
She derives pleasure in losing hers for it.
Man dries his pride and wets his lover’s heart.
He reaps pleasure in lowering his self.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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January as Poet-Lover
Those claims to summer far exceeds its charm
and slush of lines can't toboggan sonnet;
for winter's octave storms, but isn't warm,
sestet swoons- fringed with frost upon it.
Then wind will howl sheer air that it's a poem
for First of Months must bluster: 'I'm adored! '
It schemes blooms, find some dirty glee in loam-
Such dreams! unless what's frozen wets to poured.
Sure, northern lights style flair-yet coat of leaves?
That fashion's fallen season! Jan. will go
to parties; just with ice, and dance solo
avalanche at night; party slides like skis....
Month's quick as chills and yet it's sprawls slow ice
and tries to end with couplet, July twice!
Those claims to summer far exceeds its charm.
No slushy lines toboggan-glide on sonnet;
nor winter's octave storm go down as warm
while sestet swoons- cool, frost moon upon it.
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poem by Glenn Bagshaw
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Another Day
Every day she takes a morning bath s e wets her hair,
Wraps a towel around her
As shes heading for the bedroom chair,
Its just another day.
Slipping into stockings,
Stepping into shoes,
Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat.
Ah, its just another day.
At the office where the papers grow she takes a break,
Drinks another coffee
And she finds it hard to stay awake,
Its just another day. du du du du du
Its just another day. du du du du du
Lts just another day.
Ay
So sad, so sad,
Sometimes she feels so sad.
Alone in her apartment shed dwell,
Till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell.
Ah, stay, dont stand around
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song performed by Paul McCartney
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If a child wets the bed,
Cries with guilt and shame...terror
Inhabits your home.
haiku by Mamta Agarwal
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Be Love A Fluid
Love must be waves of sea
That hit the shores of souls,
The melting ice that wets the hearts,
The tepid water that sooths the nerves
And the clean water that washes dirt
But never to be rigid like solid.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Carrot before rabbit
Carrot gets value in front of a rabbit
And the rabbit wets its tongue, pursuing.
Once bitten, Carrot loses its value.
The distance generates value and saliva
Woman keeping men at an arm length values
24.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lowry
Jets, sets, bets, wets, lets, pets, poets, gets, nets, vets;
And like the muse of Lowry my lover!
But, this work is for us all to learn from.
Private Jets!
Love, peace, act;
And like the old man and his dog,
But, the image of your god is now hidden under your bed.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Sweet
The sweet,
sweet dew wets all with joy.
Wet with joy are the night
and the moon.
And dewdrops quiver
over the stars on high.
And joy wet blows
the wind on my face.
It is the season of
the cooling dew!
The dew is falling everywhere,
And wet is every rose.
The gentle breath
of heaven blows.
poem by Bhai Vir Singh
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Mermaid
Her curly face, tremble,
She settles on the sky.
Caress, the hands through her hair.
Her long stand of promenade colours
Catch on the deep-blue hallows.
Her mouth, shape of lips
Lubricated kiss, wets.
Red skin shoulders by the sun,
of fire passion, moves
The eyes swapping views
Ancient disbelieves,
Talks of reef sing.
Tales of sailors' dreams.
poem by Luca Menin
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Oral Intercourse
in a social intercourse
two worlds are born-
a sponge and a ladle.
somewhere there is
a horseman and his saddle.
a desert for the first time perhaps
experiences rain
a blanket feels a woman
a shower wets a man.
in this oral intercourse
we discover islands within ourselves
we too are uncharted oceans
where sailors
wait
as the lighthouse begins to blink.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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