Bedaubed Poems - Poems about Bedaubed

...I behold the aurora from the open cerulean, Descending down to the narthex of the east. The first glimpse awakens the phoenix o'er the yon Caribbean, And awakens my beloved's soul who still sleep......

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...Temple of the Gods Within the realities, unseen deified admits a parallel preen A shielded smokescreen for their succus is made unclean In the matriarchal machine a t......

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...The morning soars with skylarks singing o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture, the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer. A sudden shower would see me running fancy free between......

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...The morn's alive with skylarks singing o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture, the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer. A sudden shower would see me running fancy free between ......

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...The morn's alive with skylarks singing o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture, the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer. A sudden shower would see me running fancy free ......

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.......inspired by 'Poem in October' by Dylan Thomas The air is filled with skylarks singing o'er the greening meadows and the pliant pasture, crisp and clear, like God's first measure of ......

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...Mornings shrill with skylarks singing o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture, the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer. A sudden shower would see me running fancy free between t......

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......inspired by 'Poem In October' by Dylan Thomas The morning rings with skylarks singing, o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture, the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer. A sudde......

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...The morning soars with skylarks singing o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture, the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer. A sudden shower would see me running fancy free between the......

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...“ memory is my journal, that I carry around with me always” No tiny doves fluttered in the air There was peace everywhere... The call of the peacock in the woods Breaking the mighty stillness t......

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...He's retired, at last he's free, Released from bondage now. No longer must he watch the clock, No slave behind a plow. His time at last is his alone, He'll do just as he wishes. His wife still has a......

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...The Morning Speaks With Skylarks Singing ....inspired by 'Poem in October' by Dylan Thomas The morning speaks with skylarks singing o'er the greening meadows and the pliant pasture, crisp......

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...Forgetting is a vain refugee camp, Madonna, for still these walls get breached, amidst the daily, frenzied barter of honed art for bread, While slaking arid, thirsty hours with ......

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