Balsam Poems - Poems about Balsam

...She was not invited She was arranged They never wanted Jasmine not the woman who brought basil-clean hands and pomegranate soap who harmonized soliloquies into pastries while th......

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... Deborah’s Grandfather was fond of saying, other than at Thanksgiving, turkeys had no worth for he believed that turkeys were the stupidest creatures on Earth. He told stories of turkeys innocen......

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... Written: January 04, 2025 For Contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker Line of inquiry: “free from conditioned belief no agenda on our shelf vibrant as the light of Self life flow......

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...balsam scented room candelabra glowing red ~ festive spectacle red bubble tree lights dance amongst silver tinsel~ an old-fashioned flare laughter and chatter warm the home with joyful che......

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...though rather late, I woke up i might have thought I wasted time in nodding but what a wonderful dream I had the hoary woods crew danced on my eyelids sourced balsam scent and poppies the flo......

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... In Elysian Heights, Room 8 stands strong, as a blessed place for a furlong purrloin whisk-along a ride-along comforting face, where memories of childhood days belong, a classmate, a frien......

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...She hears again his guttural sob as he orgasms behind her. Between his muscles and her anima - butter and balsam. She spreads herself, makes herself parts to be used. Afterward, his hurrie......

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... To wallow in the fires is a tempting surrender. A swan dive into the maelstromic implode of mushroom clouds, return to sender. If I let it take me into its vespered aqua......

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...Selected by the swift sound of hand to shoulder blade, The bells upon their ankles sounded like seven trumpets to me. I had been a chosen sheep among the Shepherd’s flock. Lead me my Pharisees, I ......

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...Spirit of Christmastide Beneath the mantel's alabaster gleam Where verdigris flames pirouette in cerulean ballet's beam... We gather close—a familial love— In hallowed halls where ......

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...On the first day of Christmas my hubby gave to me A large whoopie pie On the Second day of Christmas my hubby gave to me Two fishing po......

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...We love feeding and watching the birds which is why in the mountains when we’re there if you visit us there’s a good chance you’ll see bird feeders everywhere. It seems like such an easy task..fi......

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...On one of the myriad bays along the Maine coast. Keep the holocaust at bay I said to Dave because you’ll spend all day gathering 2,000 calories and still be miserable hungry. An undiminished pop......

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...How do I explain what’s special about our cabin…that she’s not just a cabin anymore… How, after all the years we’ve grown old together…she’s evolved into so much more. Sure she creaks more than s......

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...“And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul.” - John Muir The forest is a calm spiritual place, a balsam scented and serene space. Ra......

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