Beaded Poems - Poems about Beaded

...I am wearing heavy feathers with the gaze of the day lit to my backside. A rotisserie routine, hot with punishment and prayer. Prayer for punishment, punishment for prayer. Answers from a sky......

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...She’d not heard the horses approach her village in the plains, had known nothing or war of death until their arrows rained, fiery streak against the night, set flame to thatch and straw, scramblin......

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...Her shocks poured forth like a midnight oil spill, body buckling like a sapling in a tornado, cracked like a Grecian museum urn. Moonflower extended limb petals, hips arched, limbs touched the night......

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...The morning sky is clear without the autumn's raining gloom. Soon I will once again be laying with him in his room, As well as gift him something I wish I had beaded with a loom.......

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...Dream peep of early gold rim halo August riser gleeful in exalted chant Yield to dulcet chirp from ornate winger Sunburst orange red splash of heaven Taunt and tease ocean blue mist eyes Amber......

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...We saw some hieroglyphics And some beaded Native art, Some instruments of music With their coolness off the chart; The Frank Lloyd Wright exhibit And some armor from the past, All admired and......

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...I'm crestfallen in the shadows of my raging firecrackers when you're far. I'm embedded in the gaze of your tempting Silicon Valley. Dumbfounded by the cabbage twists and turns of your......

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...A clear-beaded mousie with a pointy black nose, twitchable beaded tail, and ruffly yellow clothes. The tail can tilt her head-- she nods without a squeak! Quiet little church mouse, I bought......

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...A message: Hello there Souper, thanks for dropping in. Refreshment you are after? Good, then let the month begin.. I may create a habit of this monthly anecdote Where I tell you of my passions ......

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...My twilight Dream Catcher. Sweet melodies tug at my heart strings. The waves roll in as the blue whale sings. As empty moonbeams fade, In the cosmos evenly laid. Layers of complexity. ......

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... Rummaging in my attic- found in a withered white box; one each for the three of them- my son's and two daughter's births. Small treasures, hidden for years discovered as ......

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...On my leg the smallest of red ant racing all alone. Beyond my curtain beaded curtain of rain drip dripping. Squirrel and wrens at once feeding on seeds fallen from feeder. On my porch ......

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...In the cells of silence, where dreams freeze in wax, Lone women walk with hearts as hard as bitter stone. A flame of pure pride, in their veins runs hot, Thinking of a dreamed prince, whom longing......

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...Before the day turned into night, when the sunbeams whirl out of sight, I'll seize garnet streaks of twilight, let lamps within heart reignite. Above hills of hope where stars sail~......

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...The day after I was birthed, God and a bunch of sassy angels played Irish fiddles in a beery bordello, a place not yet colorized into reality. The next day, squealing in my two-day-old tight ......

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