Best Fiord Poems

Land Is A Loom
I sailed the fiord like inlets between Powell River and Drury Inlet.
The land itself  spoke from mountains, torents, islet
From bird song...

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37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’[a] 38 This is the first...

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The Avenue of Gastronomic Delight

Down the broad avenue called Gastronomic Delight
City life gathers when twilight awakens;

In eateries, drive-ins, greasy spoons and taverns – jumpin’ joints...

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Black Christmas.
I was bore while I was young,
My word sound odd but strong,
All match passes with different sooth and charms,
Celebrating the feast of who was...

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To reign in your fire
to bask in your light
must be a pleasure
denied me tonight

  the light in your eyes 
still shows me the way
it...

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She is consumed from the fires of her afflictions 
Riddling her mind with chaotic tunes and depictions. 
Following the signs to new inscriptions 
She ventures...

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The World is a testing ground to burn out impurity, 
a forge of sorts, 
sorting out infermity. 
A Threshing floor 
of chaff and wheat. 
The...

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Black Christmas.
I was bore while I was young,
My word sound odd but strong,
All match passes with different sooth and charms,
Celebrating the feast of who was...

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The countless flights of noisy seagulls
seem like my days once idled away,
sitting by the ocean appeasing the relentless loneliness of my blues...
beyond that horizon, so...

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we're honored 
to carry you home
in a simple pine chrysalis
engraved with your verse...
behind the procession
lie the whorls of living
pastels of decay...
from all the chaos the...

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From toothed alps to McKenzie High Country
  to hardwood alpine forest and fernland,
there rises the jewel Aoraki 
  out of the jagged ice...

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The Island

There was an island where the fiord arms open and the     ocean begins
  it was a nice little island...

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Tired Angels

 He was a lucky man by his side angels walked
or perhaps flittered a little jostling as they all wanted to be near him.
Absentminded,...

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Distant country 


The flat was on the third floor, flights of wooden stairs
deep groves from generations of people going up and down
in the living room,...

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