Best Flemish Poems

what to do with the grand mother
just a picture to me in an heavy frame
I never met her
she died before I was born
emptying my life
I...

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They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters:
These see the works of the Lord and his wonders in...

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I Love Horses: A--Z

A is for... Appaloosa. They have 
blankets on their rumps. 
B is for...Belgian. They work 
hard and can pull up stumps. 

C...

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Beyond the bay the sun peeked over waves;
calm belied what destiny would tell.
A statue peers where sailors served and gave,
so far from Gloucester shores where...

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"The White Lady of Skipsea"


Last night I dreamt 
I dreamed of you
a kind of dream 
within a dream

Diaphanous, 
my soul escaped, 
this firmament,
my immaculate heart
held...

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What lesser mortals? 

What lesser mortals
than Rimbaud
claim themselves 
a poet within 
another self, 
for there is more 
than just one self

depending on the
time and day...

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They say
?There are a million ways?
To say I love you

In this day and age?
I could only find
?In my computer’s brain?
The words 
to say I love...

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Vacation in Manhattan

Thought I was going to be bored when we

Were told we were going to see

A panel hinged shutter

My speech was beginning to stutter

Jan...

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Marching out of the cloaked shires
Of landowners, stockbrokers, 
Hereditary Peers, and ruddy faced 
Squires:
A vast multitude of many varied 
Tribes.
Amassing in the great cities, where,
Inhabiting...

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Tell all the worlds about the treasures found
Renaissance trace spellbound in the ancient form,
Tender and haunting; an era of time curves around
Past the present to...

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A progidy in her early teens
When this Flemish lass burst on the scene
A stylish breakfast piece
an epulaeryu in paint-
a gifted amateur she ain't

Tribute to the...

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Inviting you into my heart was both a blessing and a curse did you not think ?
to tell me in less reckless ways you lost...

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i sat on the sandy shelf looking out to sea
intensity in the sunshine
set my head spinning
i could smell the sweet scent of the sea
could hear...

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I married the place where I was born at a second time, 
Even today, your chest is still holding,
The vibrations that become intense,
When my hand touches...

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It was in a socially and economically difficult situation that the musical cultures of Jews, Moors and mainly Gypsies began to merge into what would...

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