Accented Poems - Poems about Accented

... We came not for conquest, but for containment— though conquest is what happens when containment itches beneath the skin like sulfur spores in a sealed lung. They had the secret. Not gold, n......

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...Remote to the walls of intelligence, a civilization is defined without a typographical position Entrance to the society is marked with long, gargantuan red gateways that extend high High as if touc......

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...NINE MILES OF BLUE By Tony Adamo (Nov.25,’05) Hip spoken’ Word I walked into a little jazz dive off 125th and Lex a cold wind blew me through the swingin’ doors/ Beer, peanuts, dark smoke......

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...A forum, to present the spoken word A path to the world, to be heard Delivered with such compassion This is poetrys' expression An environment so calm You can enter without a qualm Accented w......

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... Autumn leaves splash across the earth with colors from Monet’s palette hastened by the chilling winds Autumn leaves litter paths through woods redolent of musky-sweet smells accented......

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...Winter’s releasing us from its perpetually gray and gloomy grip. Who can study in their room, on a beautiful spring afternoon? Azaleas assail ya, with champagne petals of bubblegum fuchsias, the......

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...Within the singing stillness of the sphere, I awaken from a breeze, Consciousness, a proud guardian in the temple of endlessness, The eternal fire in the hands of time, keeper of the ephemeral flam......

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... Connections, how are they made? Perceptions waved in radio, station identification made, declared, paved. Frequency paired by molecules in fertile atmosphere. Staging place o......

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...Today I saw some ancient books, Five hundred plus years old, With illustrations brightly hued And accented in gold. Calligraphied in perfect print, They really blew my mind, Surviving all the......

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... I am writing this poem to my husband ... I met you at the art gallery and will never forget that day my eyes grazed over you and I was left breathless so handsome, though I t......

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...FORESHADOWS of a close engagment ever-present & predetermined   authentic  surprises without  semantic alterntives  unadulturated living so invaluable an  obsessive refrain  in......

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...Still clear and sunlit are the tanned, weathered faces of the fisherman, their bloodshot eyes, beanies and checkered shirts, how they stood hip deep in their boats looking up at a gathered c......

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...Was he passing a baton my way that Friday, his last dawn, last day in flesh that felt? The poet in me thinks that’s so, for barely had I gained the door of Carol’s home (addressed my chair) when Bi......

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...Arlis was amazed steam was not coming off as he rode off in the rain burning with shame.Suzanne looked shell shocked by his long awaited arrival and sudden departure.And Francie looked at him hotly a......

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...She and I were; Best of friends We hung around each other Since the day we met. I remember, When I first saw The elegance of your smile My mind is reminiscing back. Your silhouette, ......

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