2000 Poems - Poems about 2000

To my complacent Ms. Crane I am at odds my love, your comely visage has my heart rend. I struggle somewhere betwixt carnality and a fervent want of your attention. Oh! Ms. Crane, I do so labor for your love. The muse runs foolhardy across every page, and on stage I act the jester just to...

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2,000 years ago a Sage I know wrote this about ‘change:’ Try out something new you’ll start a war with those who prefer things ...

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Take me back to 2003 the world in front of me at the age of just 18 naive exploratory athletic grungy high or grumpy girlfriend hunting drink drug slumping fresh faced and firm breezy absent concern working out for the burn rewarding spliffs in return Hangover..... what's that? get smashed, get back, no course, no...

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Class of 2002, this year is at it's end. Juniors we will be next year, while keeping our Sophomore friends. Although I will be leaving soon, I take a part of this school with me, Knowing next year will be a newer place, where you'll no longer be. I take each memory shared by us, the good, the bad, just them all. Through each day...

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2000 friends on your Facebook profile something is missing from your life a hole within empty for miles something nice you’d really like social approval keeps you cool a mountain of people met once stalkers and perverse fools 10 friends the rest punks My hands count those who matter the most your friend list keeps getting fatter you boast Invite them all around...

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Let Christmas 2000, Be Jesus Written : by Tom Wright Through eyes of faith, once more, I revisit the manger scene, recalling His virgin birth. Reminiscing of His death and resurrection, and miracles once performed as He bode with man on earth. Through eyes of faith, I envision His crown and touch the thorns that dug into His brow. I listen to the hammer's thudding blows as...

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IN DECEMBER 2000 WE SAID I DO In the haze , of a dimly lit dance floor. Swayed a couple who were madly in love, They had met at a wedding, Knew the way they were heading, But fate had in mind another way, Certainly not a quick role in the hay! They dated sometime in the seventies, Lost touch in the eighties, And...

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Blinded Nation's people were shouting: crucify him, "he said, he is the son of God". His blood on us and our children. Cross smeared with his blood, condemned, through nails joined with cluster of malefactors. 2000 years of infatuation, without acknowledgement of guilt, there is no pardon and no recompensation. Some were converting individually, Samaritans, Saracens, Zealots: Chesterton, Pascal, Stein, Brandstaetter... Others have been scoffing. Punishment will rotate...

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Windhoek, 2000 Nabucodonosor! thou shouldst be living at this epoch: Namibia hath desire of thee: she is a quagmire Of quiet rainwaters: slab, blade, and cage, Inglenook, the courageous fortune of manor and retreat, Have sacrificed their primeval culture talent. But those who came before us will teach us. They will teach us from the wisdom of former generations. When we are...

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Have you ever eaten something 2000 years old Believe it, honey never goes bad we're told In Egyptian tombs Found jars and assumed Were uneatable but discovered the yummy unfold...

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staples hanging file folders gawk as we skirt around in friendly conversation what’s apparent in you voice everyday taunting me with the thought of someone else in your arms Each Passing Day I see my Father More ice melts as this wandering dissention gains the resemblance of aging clumsily every morning hairs lost speckle my pillow, bathroom sink, and counter deftly comb my hair to the side with a...

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Ode to Harris So they showed you the politics of poetics showed you how to sculpt quotations as if discreetly yours sure-e-e... they told you of your godhood at Harvard but they crucified you at Rowan Tree fourteen light stained pages 4.95 6-15-00 __ Watching years go by like the wax flow of candles making mountains on unblemished parchment can’t help but wonder what the light was ever used for 11/12/00 Facing South Dusting off...

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Fronts Has coldness jarred this rain to life? or warming earth given it motion? do leaves have a season to fall or does the earth just need a blanket in the winter? Leaves are sprouts again Spring having no real reason to ponder warming earth just to go outside, playfully hold intellectual conversations with freshly sprouted tulips should ease away the solitude of winter __ In the cloudless sky of...

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Its 2017 and my odyssey is far from begun. Nearly ending every yearlings dwindling Found above ground without Mona Lisa's lungs. Without air is mortality. Anything else is air mortality. Painted on a picture is a mural on a bar stool room wall. Blank faces stare beneath the counter. As I drink myself under the taker. Only...

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…undeniably tattered and shredded my itinerary compromised by being considered as prey and being expected as a masochistic self-flagellator losing revenue to the big gun’s atrocious tillage of the mind’s phosphorescence I bagged the boy’s brigade for being bridges and then being able to be nearly my own cerebracy and again appreciating my own celibacy … in a rational loss of solicitude for those obliquely...

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