78 Poems - Poems about 78

tuesday morning, pages 78 and 79

tuesday morning, pages 78 and 79

pulled back on the book i was reading
as if its yawn was bigger 
than the one i had borrowed from you
only an hour earlier

we both laughed
remembering the days when you 
touched one elbow
to the other behind your back
and challenged me
knowing it would never happen

it was raining when you left
then looked

78 Years of Valour

Seventy-eight
A number, a heartbeat, a nation's pulse
Freedom's rhythm, syncopated with time

Tricolour dreams billowing in the wind
Saffron courage, white truth, green hope
Ashoka's wheel-spinning tales of unity in diversity

From Kashmir's peaks to Kanyakumari's shores
Independence echoes
In the clamour of cities
In the quiet of villages
In the laughter of children who know no chains

1947 to now
A journey etched in sweat

Jack 78

You know the difference of right and wrong
You know deep down, in that world you don’t belong

You really need to open your eyes 
Coz where you’re heading ain’t no surprise

To the dizzy heights you have risen
Where the outcome is usually death or prison

Let me whisper to you sis and bro
Coz there’s something you should know

If

blizzard of 78

baby on the way 
snow drifts up to house spouting 
warm hospital bed

Freedom to Transact - Bitcoin Poem 078

The core of basic freedoms
Is the freedom to transact
This underpins the other rights
In the Magna Carta pact

The crux is private property
To use, or hold, or trade
Our time, our land, our energy
Our work - our fortune made

King John was forced to sign it
Holding tyrants to account 
So that we can all stand free
With our liberty paramount

Why,

Chapter 78 -- Damian's and Delilah's Song: Pleasure Reigns

Aaah my love let your lacey 
Lingerie Linger  lastly slipping 
Below your womanly waist with
Wanting me to erase your
Longing gaze. I love that look!
Like lips let laughter loose as I
Consume you choose to be in
My ecstasy. How can I refuse
This erotic space! Right next to
Me. I see your face. Baby your
Electricity is more than

Sonnet 78 'so Have I Loved, My Heart Is Nearly Broke'

Dolcezza II

So have I loved, my heart is nearly broke,
The ordinary world hath lost its scope.
The seeded garden briars and weeds do choke,
To hold your hand in mine, my only hope.
You've sown my heart with beauty and with deeds
Of gentleness, of lady-courage rare,
And yet, what stalks have sprouted bend like reeds
And all my words, like

Plane Is 78 Years Late

The airplane had been missing since 1944.
We were shocked to see the phantom soar.
It unexpectedly appeared on a summer’s day.
Flying at us between clouds orange, pink and gray.

No Title, Yet - 78

With the grass so green
And the sky so blue
And the air so clean
With all that is new

It’s hard to believe
How it all started;
Worlds were conceived
And seas were parted.

It’s the little things
That we always see;
The joy it all brings
That sets our hearts free.

Is Earth all alone
In a place so vast,
With so much unknown
And a hidden past?

There

Monk - Tanka 78

                                     Moving 'Round Midnight'
               

Landsbyen -Into the North- An Epic Poem 78

“One completed, two to go,” Lumi said to Joulupukki as he lifted the mud guard in front of them. He wanted to give Joulupukki the chance to talk if he wanted to.  His weary eyes sagged gently as he drove the hreinin deer through the darkness.   They spoke for a while about

Haiku's Temple 78

A tree's branch with leaves,
extending somewhere wards:-,
a cuckoo and shade.

Vbt Practice 78 of 112

Shocking consciousness out of stupor
To get to divine realms upper!

Immersing ourselves in both pleasure & pain
Rotating sensations with nonchalant disdain

Dwelling not upon any one extreme
Flowing through sensations as in a dream

In stillness sanguine
We determine

The centre between the two!
Therein abide and self renew

This practice takes the aid of sensory organs we treasure
Rotating, recognising & resting at

Haiku 78

summer storm
upon the horizon
lightning strikes

raindrops 
on the windshield
flash flood

thunder
above the clouds
drum solo

Spring of '78

furniture made of
cardboard boxes
enhanced with
tablecloths and towels

it was all i could afford
i ate rice with corn niblets
holding out till payday

i made do with what i had
worked hard for all i earned
and i was proud
it was my first apartment

i was young
things would get better

it was spring
and good times
around the corner



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