Arc Poems - Poems about Arc

blinkered by formal training counting bright abacus beads of syllables mindful not to step on cracks— rhythm is everything the audience c h e e r s !!! the runner-up jeers— maybe next time the nexus of … the bows and brasses displayed ...

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a secret d r e a m of peace youth making dreamers of all – amidst enemy F. I.R.E p a s s I o n s rode H I G H – he...

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C-aring H-earts A-re R-eally L-ovely, E-mbracing N-eedy, E-conomically P-oor, A-nd C-rushed H-umanity, E-ven C-ountry's O-ppressed ©bfa052525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Charlene D. Pacheco) ...

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a forgotten hope chest – linen s!t!i!t!c!h!e!d with love by candlelight c r u m b l e now to the mere touch— past companionship … forgotten s n a t c...

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my psychic energy [contained] like a Matryoshka doll— chafing for release … to see the light beyond mere existence to flow freely unbound by constraints the Victoria Island of Life: ...

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. the King’s Game protected by law but an aerodynamic l.a.w onto itself the swan’s landing approach an ungainly affair ...

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. the wind has died down— the ground s t r e w n with nature’s debris— autumn’s palette a feast for the eye … a shelved chore before the inevitable miasma of dusty decay teased by wind’s chilling fingers that’s tasted in the back of the throat – green...

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Words captured in amber for all eternity—valued for their unique resilience as the tides of time cannot erode them. Our deeds like skipping stones on water sink in although they go unrecorded; the ripples soon fading from memory, becoming a distorted reflection in a cracked mirror. Tides gather the echoes to...

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watching a naked flame with its flickering orange hues warms the cockles of the heart reminiscing of scenarios that were never realised— . crickets rub their legs together in a serenade the friction required - relentless like firesticks necessary for survival in the bush a crackling fire within me an unquenchable longing … . a once in a blue moon occurrence my recall of events drifts into the...

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the air that we breathe – an intricate part of survival – reluctantly exhaled lost in the cauldron of communal breath we yearn for a world hidden from troubling delusions where dreams are cut short aeroplanes circle in the muggy morning air while others for no apparent reason fall out of the sky souls ascending taking their final breaths with them lost in mid...

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as waterfalls tear* down my sheer cliffs – sculpted by time’s relentless tide defying the laws of nature my age undefined; hidden towering over my world – a beacon for lost souls enduring … an impressive beauty unapologetic every angle precise the lack of erosion an enigma as defiant as youth the island suspended above the clouds where rare species flourish unattended by...

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. a mirror lies cRaCkEd in the sand— folding sky into w a t e r water into s k y the offing n e b u l o u s as HOPE a melancholy stains t.u.r.b.u.l.e.n.t w a t e r s washing up on the shores of Life icy waves reaching the tenuous sandcastles I had...

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sea-urchins in rock pools – the flesh, a delicacy – sparkle – protected from the ocean where anemones proliferate – by a mist-glistening heart shaped rock: the keeper of my secrets – a cache of memories of mornings snorkelling surface eddy on the periphery —homesick for my roots— a keeper lost to shifting tides white horses masking risk...

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. No Way Out A genie in the bottle to grant my wishes— I’m drifting, looking for the red exit sign. My desire for freedom waning like the moon reflected in hues of blue on the glass ...

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There was a lady named Joan of Arc. Who, so sadly, was lit by a spark. It's too bad that she died, but let's see the bright side. She magnificently glowed in the dark....

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