Best Cava Poems

I know I'm really tired
I just don't want to sleep
I guess I'm just really wired
Dreams will make me weep

I'm scared to see those things and sounds
Locked deep inside my brain
Make me sweat and wriggle around
Makes me think that I'm insane

Rational thinking is the cure
Its easier...

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THE ECHOES IN THE COSMOS

In silence of sleep, I slept.
From the warmth of cava manifested remembrance.
The dreamlike state I was in is where the echoes of the past hid.
As I languor, I became contented.
The half-moon was elevated above.
The voices were the echoes I heard.

Time had...

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THE GIFT OF LOVE

I know that life is agleam.
Incandescent is the word used.
You are from the time of little people.
You empower to keep the peace.
No one can define the world quite like you.
You are a universal guru.
Consequently, I want to contribute to your happiness.
Subsequently, I...

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The London Gherkin gives no inspiration
As for the Auditorio de Tenerife by Calatrava
I can think of no other explanation
Except perhaps they shared too many bottles of Cava

The National Grand Theatre built by Paul Andreu
Built in Beijing China; and it looks just like a dome ...

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Sophisticated city full of blitzkrieg, I am just a visitor interested in your history.
To travel so far, I must enjoy the sights I see.
Riding via the scenic view to capture some photography, 
Easy to relax and just be me.
Elfie and excited, I am pulsated by...

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I'm boring through your ventricles
I'm being terribly invasive
My quiet warm breath 
Keeping measure and pace
         To such meticulous work
Fills your four chambers
         You don't feel one thing
  ...

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The Glass Bottom Restaurant

The glass bottom restaurant,
has seafood as main fare.
Seated out beyond the shore,
over ocean, surf and air.

The roof is the open sky.
The walls are windows all around.
You step in at the end of the pier,
leaving land and ground.

You dine and watch the sea...

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Ioàn: O sacro grembo a cui per levitade
          disgravar de ' suo ire 'n cieli falsi
          i' giunsi discacciando la viltade,

      ...

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"The Blue Book of Cookery", was propped by two rolls of duck tape.
The library number viable on its binding.
A Fed-x box contained the "Cava" wine, 
On the unfinished counter top.
Harold broad shoulders loomed over the cook book.
His sun wrinkled eyes Intensly reread the recipe.
The tip...

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your frightened sense is enough,
valor-wrapped
in braincell’s guts, 
and this
because -

(two clicks watch)
one
man just went; and
I have drenched
your two dry sentries' 
arteries
in a blood-shot tide.

precious rises
time and pressure
presses the vena cava;
will you split-run
at zero hours,
or lie alive,
(save one pump) 
and bunk with  
penitence?...

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Lavish pink mingles in purple pastures 
An amalgam of foam in seraphic blue 
Vena cava diffuses mauve melancholy 
Effulgent splashes lulling tidal shores 
Nostalgic desires flutter in savoir-faire
Droning all drowsy, a fragrant love affair
Enchanted bells tinkle, as bees meander 
Ripples of essence in vales of...

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You have led my course through fractured lanes.
Your groaning ballad my only light.
Kill blessings from stained lips safely float our steps.
Where would I be without you Michael?

Crow mother lies broken at our hand.
Eyes, lips and tongue smeared on stone.
‘You are just like me,’ she bleats...

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"The Blue Book of Cookery", was propped by two rolls of duck tape.
The library number viable on its binding.
A Fed-x box contained the "Cava" wine, 
On the unfinished counter top.
Harold broad shoulders loomed over the cook book.
His sun wrinkled eyes Intensly reread the recipe.
The tip...

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By Imran Ahmed

Pain Is The Sky When It Crumbles And Crashes Burying Your Dreams Beneath Its Merciless Suffocating Weight,

Pain Is The Storm That Shreds Your Body Apart Each Raindrop A Blade Each Gust A Scream Of Despair,

Pain Is The Spell That Binds Your Soul In...

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