Abode Poems - Poems about Abode

It is from heart that all desires arise so therein too they must be satisfied, which requires our ego to vaporise, whence light of God in cave of heart is spied. We affirm we have been, seen and so known, God as the supreme light that lights all lights, which is also called light of Self full blown, commingled with throb of...

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The modern home of spiders is Website, Through the Windows, they will go in and out, But why on screen they are nowhere in sight, They fear the bite of Bluetooth of the Mouse. ©bfa041825 ...

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World-weary and at the end of my tether Yonder lies my beloved’s abode Random as the fallen flight feather Magic horse for me is the only mode Critical as it is to bring us together Lamenting, toward the setting sun I rode. ...

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in a world of chaos where harmony is just a dream and nightmares induce every scream i'll freely ride high upon a moonbeam to machinate the perfect scheme to build my home adjacent to a stream AP: 2nd place 2025...

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Where is God hiding, within this organic form, a question as old as time. Oh revered hermit, both heart and the fontanel, shine with light of the heavens....

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I'm retired and live in a small, mobile home, about 5600 miles from the outskirts of Rome, about 7200 miles from the waters of the Ganges, and about 5100 miles from Machu Picchu, in the peaks of the Andes. It's a nice, cozy little home, where every day, I try to write at least one new spanking poem -- oops! one...

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Who I used to be?  Not an easy answer - as I turn the pages of my life to the past and ponder,  feels like a wonder!!!! Blessed to be born in a blissful home,  cocooned by a fearless, courageous father  and a spiritual, dedicated mother, life was a luscious lavish garden for me - love bloomed like the delicate Dahlias  and charming...

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It's very hot here, Fire and brimstone everywhere, Right where I belong....

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“Floating on divine delight the journey isn’t construed amiss, it takes life through the sanctum of soul to the bay of bliss.” – Quote by Poet The journey began a long time ago, across rough terrain of plaintive plateau. Traversed lone life’s meandering pathway, despite distractions I didn’t ever stray. The sun shines now in seamless cobalt sky, ripples of whispering...

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find love in every equation and bliss in every sensation such is as it is, hermit mode know cave of heart is God’s abode...

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I am a stranger in my home ...

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Ripping nostalgia right out of my veins Crippled curtains living in psycho domains We demolished this city not just this city the World I can't live slow enough to get to pretend People go crazy and the next day all mends omens The trenches I call home They said a 15 year old couldn't drive I Showed them My mom said I'd...

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charcoal clouds plunder unholy bullets of rain on window panes of pain forlorn flutes summon crows &...

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Oh my dear warmly womb, ...

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“The past is an abandoned house that still bears the treasures for today.” - Quote_ by Poet We go through its door, We go into its house, A reflection of where we have been, We view all of its portraits. Sometimes we are held in its nights, They come into our lights, They come into our...

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