After Part Poems - Poems about After Part

no turning back at nineteen years of age with bonded Love no eyes could see or earthly arms could hold dear into a fold of aligning human Heart with Divine injunction none could part self dies and dies some more mere cart dark night after dark night only He could lift in Time convoluted sore by suffering...

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separated by vows of abstinence but forever bonded by Light entwined two parallel Orders twinned in material poverty firm endured with One Heart beating to missions of Love ordained in living Truth never adjourned vessels of opposite gender each frolicking happy dancing and singing as children of holy futures Assisi blessed two exceptional...

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the little child with innocence in his eyes trying to calm his mother down as tears keep rolling down her eyes he continues his search for food in the mud he did found something he could share but its just one rotten potato covered in soil its crazy how he has to live with this when he has barely spent half a...

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she kept on trying to calm her child down crossing the floodwaters to reach the shore while she held him high above her head she almost drowned in that raging flow of water she kept on trying to calm her child down keeping her hopes high for the sake of child to see him live a future she knows is not...

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Families searching for their loved ones After the mud has settled to the ground And water is flowing at a normal pace But all that left are the little memories In forms of clothing, pearls or In their decayed form as a skeleton...

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They all witnessed the horror with their eyes While this poet was horrified from what I saw on TV Families stuck between the flood water, holding each other close Gets thrown off from the height like a rock falling from waterfall   How can that fool sleep at night after watching this? Just a little message from him into local newspaper And...

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the town that once sat in the foothills one night felt the terror of nature someone was dancing with their lover while someone was having dinner and someone was playing with their kids it all came down like the ruins of an empire the rocks started to destroy the homes then the water that followed swept away everything...

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The ground is red, the air is thin, no grass or dusty weeds, Just craters deep and diamond dust, and strange and lonely seeds. A banjo strumming starts to play, a lonesome, gentle tune, And from behind a silver rock, a figure greets the moon. It's not a hare, or cat, or mouse, but something in between, A cowboy with...

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------------------------------- I'm so in love...

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Today I’m grateful to be part of a family: Mine consists of a great grandchild-to-be., grandchildren, children and a wife… and grateful knowing as part of a family I’ll be on the giving and receiving end of love… every moment for the rest of my life ...

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I'm not worth a lot But you are Your more then the moon and stars You hold the key to my deeply broken heart Your more then everything and I tear myself apart You love me but I'm dead Mentally I'm gone But you don't care Youd love me till the sun runs out Till the end I'm not worth a lot But...

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To: The Country of Absence Date: January 8th, 2025 Subject: Application for Residence Focus: Tentative hope Dear Canada, Here, in your vast territories of snow and possibility, I draw new maps from ash and remembering. Your winter tastes like metal and silence, your spring promises something I'm afraid to name. I'm learning your language of politeness— "Sorry" threading every sentence like...

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To: The Immigration Office Date: November 11th, 2024, 9:15 AM Subject: Application #47291 Focus: Limbo To Whom It May Concern, I am writing from the plastic chair in your fluorescent-lit waiting room, where time moves like honey and everyone speaks in whispers. The woman beside me clutches documents in three languages, her wedding ring sold to pay for translation fees. Her child...

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Letters from Borrowed Ground 'Part One' --- To: Myself (Three Years Ago) Date: Every Night Status: Never Finished Focus: Warning Dear Dreamer, Tonight, I dig up buried footsteps, each stone beneath my feet heavy with goodbye. The coffee grows cold in my cup as I write this at 3 AM, watching snow fall on a street whose name I still can't pronounce. You...

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Silver oxidized cloud seeding by a young man named Augustus, works for a company called "Rainmaker" and has admitted on Shane's Black Swan program to seeding clouds over New Mexico. Shane, from the Canadian Provence of Alberta, also mentioned that they're doing cloud seeding over Alberta too. Shane, implied that Augustus, isn't only a whistle blower but also...

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