Aspects Poems - Poems about Aspects

Aspects of life are fleeting appearances which are already but may seem to be now and perhaps saved for an identification~ an aspect pretending ...

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The fearless soldier with a glowing and youthful look aims his rifle toward his enemy behind the barrack, while thoughts are focused on practical and clever survival; the concept of horrifying death is as distant as imminent hell! The voluptuous gal with artful fingers massages his client's body, to her wishes are paid in hefty sums to satisfy her corporal...

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The challenge of modern man is to reconcile the antithetical aspects of his personality, On the level of the body, he is an animal; on the level of the ego, an aspiring god. The fate of the animal is death, which the ego with its divine aspirations tries to avoid, But in attempting to flee this fate, man...

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It’s Easter time again. The faithful celebrate sweet Resurrection Day. The message moves us all. We worship, sing, and pray. It’s Easter time again. Now, bless this scrumptious feast. Line up and grab a plate. The kids’ event is next, and they can hardly wait. It’s Easter time again. The bunny came last night with treats for every child. Now hunt those pastel eggs. The kids are running wild! It’s...

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Floral aspects of my life blooming in front of me like wallpaper memories of my pink room The smell of loose leaf hugging a red leather binder flourishes underneath the sunlit words of my young maiden's hand; Looping letters that show the romantic side of me small caricature vowels and nouns that reveal the private...

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The U.S. Army has embraced Critical Race Theory Day-long classroom sessions -- dogmatic, dreary Soldiers' eyelids closing, getting dreary One is loudly snoring, name of O'Leary The bell rings, all revive ~ once more cheery No class tomorrow! Off to War vs. Iran, dearie ...

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If given we are told and lead to believe That no 2 people not even identical twins Are the same Then why on earth could anyone think we are bound to get along And in any way be somehow shocked we can not even agree on the simplest most important issues Such as respecting a difference of opinion without it descending into violence and recriminations I...

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The Aspects of Autumn Autumn arrives with quiet grace, ...

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“Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent's Narrow Room” by William Wordsworth Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells; And students with their pensive citadels; Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in...

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“On the Sonnet” by John Keats If by dull rhymes our English must be chained, And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet Fettered, in spite of painéd loveliness; Let us find out, if we must be constrained, Sandals more interwoven and complete To fit the naked foot of poesy; Let us inspect the lyre, and weigh the stress Of every chord, and see what may...

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My name is Spencer Byron. My first wife Addy died tragically in 1991. A devotee of surprise. She was so much fun. The breadth of love is unchartered territory. Not all loves can be explained. There are many aspects of love. Today my wife's name is Amy. She knows little of this. She mended my tattered heart left by Addy. A night this week...

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some sought remedy it was less likely that these approaches would yield fact: after all in the broader realm of it's being it paled in comparison to what it wished and wanted to be. But as one who likes action, and understands what in the light of doing is: thinks that this might ripened to be a delicious slice of pie. 3:14 the Centre of...

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intricate outlines shapes, ornate spirals opulence shaded to perfection: a virtuoso indulgence, in fragments of light& ...

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Aspects Of Expression All in all, In aspects of expression, I am still. I am small, Like the indiscretion Of being ill. Yet there's a wall, Or at least the impression Of uphill. And I fall, Into silent regression I spill. Sometimes I call From the deep depression That I fill. Where I stall, Before the transgression...

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within the aspects of our being Within the aspects of our being Thirsty in the desert Alone within our aloneness For seeing eyes veiled within The darkened rain Ravaged in its restoration Memories bound Conditions turn Existing open hearts With our open minds To brightened days ahead To see the thousand wellsprings Open...

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