Best Brush Aside Poems

Absolutely enchanting I thought ~
As I drew the curtains wider, to allow in a bit more light....
Returning unto the canvas and dipping my brush
Into a slightly brighter shade of beige 
Thinking perhaps just a touch more violet, a dab of red, and, a stroke of...

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When England’s fairest rose
strained to find a light
neath the monarchy’s shadows,
such passion did she incite.

Many are the years since
Lady Diana Spencer
met and married her prince,
believing that he loved her.

Unrequited affection
she tried to brush aside.
Poised was her reflection;
tears she sought to hide.

Princess Di’s quest for love
drew...

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Within the quiet of the night,
amid the shadows of my pain,
the strength I held so fast to,
ebbs, as another tear does gain.

With out the giving of consent,
it brings forth a fellow traveler.
To follow a chaotic coarse,
across my cheeks, twilight pallor.

Bare of conscience thought,  I...

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Today so many young women
Don't know how to cook meals
They can drive through Wendy's window
Ordering a good deal

Today so many young women
Can't sew a stitch to mend
They can catch all the sales events
On credit cards depend

Today so many young women
Haven't had a good guide
They only...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds,
scuppered signpost to my fetid human compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid veil flimsy vacuum,
skirt recklessly the bogus symbol moiety around me,
peer behind the squalid limp...

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On the wind-swept Nebraska prairie sits a building in wretched shambles,
Surrounded by a sagging fence and overgrown with prickly brambles.
It was once a bustling one-room school house, abandoned long ago.
Its weather-beaten clapboards, I judged to be a century old or so.

Atop its cupola, swaying listlessly...

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A New Song a New Start
written by Magneeta Sojourner
As the day and weeks ran behind me
looking for the truth
no answers to my questions
though I’d sifted though it all
Breaking from the silence 
when nothing else would call
heard the echo of voices 
banging in my ears
No one...

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I heard them in the news today counting
Down the hours
That ignore in sterile rooms
The fresh outpouring of flowers 
On the eyes, like songs
From trees laddling
Into pots of fragrant
Desire.

Do think that God must wait
Upon their measurement
Of time
Into old teacups and calendars
So small
A trout would lose
Its life...

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giants through the hour glass

stride leviathan
upon the hissing seeds of mountains
curl toes, summer freed,
about the pillars of the world
whose molten bloom
faded millennia ago
and crumbled down to dust.

upon these ancient shores
ponder as you brush aside
these clinging crumbs of mighty crags
once, a time ago
we were almost dust
and...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a  tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds ,
scuppered signpost to a fetid  human  compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid veil flimsy vacuum,
skirt recklessly around  bogus symbols,
peer behind the...

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I walked across the pasture green
In search of something yet unseen
And as I reached the hill's crest
What I saw below I felt truly blest.

I very carefully made my way down
Toward the little grove of trees I'd found
Anxious to see what they did hide
I gently pushed...

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on a cold windy night
just after a bath

combing her wet hair
the color of sunset
thick to the small of her back

eyes of rose colored crystal
lips of a warm winters twilight
full and moist
loving the way they part just the tiniest bit

a perfect neck 
narrow and sleek
the indention...

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1955 Was a Very Good Year

By Elton Camp

A better year in my life I have never seen
Because, back then, I was only age fifteen
Nobody I knew had, at that time, ever died
Any problems of the world I could brush aside

Nearly eight millions cars were sold...

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Unquotable quotes: Beggars - ***

Who said beggars cannot be choosers?

Who chooses for them the place, the moment or the people they choose to beg from; the hours of the begging day; the alms they refuse; the advice they brush aside; the language they use –...

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