Best Granites Poems

I enjoyed wrapping my mind around his words
Stretching my thinking
At times coming unglued
Reaching towards oblivion
While keeping my feet in multiple worlds
Standing on sinking ground  
While leaning on granites precious solidity

The substance of imaginations inconsistencies
Tugging on the heart strings of a well played heart
Wondering along...

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Through my living room window
I see the most beautiful glen
With granites of grey
Towering up to a Ben

Greened spreads of heather
Purples and white
Amidst an ocean of green
A most wonderful sight

Forested slopes
Carpet the glens sides
Whilst a sparkling river
Centers the great divide

I look to the skies
As they turn...

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Sedimentary and metamorphic rock
From earths mantle or crust
Host of tungsten granites and diorites

Intrusive extrusive and hypabyssal
Of batholths sills and dikes
Eruptions of subaerial volcanoes

Continental crust 
A pacific ring of fire
4030 million years old...

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In the historical archives, many trails have led to
The making of a legend, those born with the pioneer spirit
Of individuality, bred deeply within their soul.
Such was this man we called, Mr. President, Theodore Roosevelt.
A cowboy rough rider, whom wrangled his way with true
Grits fight, making...

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The thousands of words pain of imagination which improvised the parch of life to itchy sky, the foods is mudslides to the sadden caskets of corpses lying unattended, in the morning where they monitored to acidic 

The ceramic of thoughts parches of imagination group of...

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So awe-inspiring is the night sky
Where a multitude of stars lie.
We can only guess how close these suns lay
Knowing very well every one of them is so far away.
 
They twinkle through the black of nights
Revealed more fully beyond city lights.
Do they have an orbit...

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BENEATH MY SKIN

And I…
am as high as the nimbus clouds
floating aloft


And I...
am as low as the morning fogs
whispering mist


And I…
am as light as buoyant bubbles
reflecting hues


And I…
am as heavy as marbled granites
mottled mould


And I…
am as small as oceans sand specs
shifting unseen


And I…
am as big as...

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we dance,we laugh,we share,we sing,
tomorrow is near,our time is up,and then we split
only time will tell what the future brings
either we are done we still meet.

those things we share through our together times,
are luxuries we behold in our hearts,
if only friends are like granites,
we keep...

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The only way I could say that my life is good is because of my love for Eloah.
I want to be full of faith as Deacon Stephen and stare up at heaven and gaze at the holy spirit of Jeshua and Eloah.
Hallelujah.

I would laugh and...

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Hilda my partner turned in her bed as the early morning train hurtled by at breakneck speed sending tremors round our dwelling.
Those long flowing tresses embrace the shafts of first light so enthusiastically.
An otherworldly spot we somehow lived in teetering on the green tufts of...

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Eulogies penned in gold ink
Words engraved on granites
Images made into sculptures
Praises made into songs
None would ever be sufficient
Sufficient enough to tell how Wonderful you are

Got a heart filled with love immeasurable
Got words of tenderness
Eyes lit with passion unending
Mind of positivity and hope
Veins filled with burning...

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A STREET OF SILENT SHADOWS

Tonight is the fist night of the rest of my life
I am counting the voices in my head-
they are twenty two.

They say:
Until you are twenty seven, you are not yet a man
But I am already a cave of unfulfilled dreams
And an...

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For words were my clays and in wisdom they were burnt
The Potter the mighty One his clays He tender to
smoothen that they be made into shapes
4:1 Hear, ye children, the instruction 
of a father, and attend to know
understanding.  4:2 For I 
give you good...

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There, down in the shadows, past that broken birch, before the deer path turns. 

Yes there, where the footing slippery sinks, in soft crushed princess pines. 

That's it, the peaceful place of dreams, sun speckled dust motes swirling 

As memories of twirling dancing dryads surround...

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