Best Hand Crafted Poems

It was the spring of ‘74 when my student peers and I
were on the tail end of a group excursion  
through southern Spain, across Gibraltar’s Strait
and into the exotic northern tip of Africa.
I remember lots of greenery and mountains
and the fascinating sights and sounds...

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It was a lovely little house.

Built of white painted timber,

with a gabled roof clad in green tin,

it had never been a rich person's house.

It was her house. 

And driving up to park outside it,

each time I went there, 

was like the beginning of a new...

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Reformations amities amid poetics tour de force overture within, virtuoso's....

Fatalisms exuberant pas de deux; foreordained this ballet in exquisites verse

To cross dimensions of spatial extent; the new promised frontier?!

Paragons quintessential interludes gracing the paramouric stages

Amid divinities design a birth, borne upon the canvas of touchstone...

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If I were a bird, would you clip my wings
then cage me away with pretty things?
And, if my wings were to be clipped
why not just burry me within a crypt,
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the...

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I was a runner
fleeing from homespun horrors that
wrapped around my delicacy like a tourniquet

Only a child attempting to bestir
the warrior dormant within;
having no idea the enthrallment 
she reveled in,
I learned to accost my demons

Nigh, even at the wide-eyed age of eight,
scarred 
shattered
broken
I found, in a...

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The Fairground
 
I remember the fairground when I was a child, there
was the candy Fairy Floss machines, and you could 
See them spinning the spider webs of sugar which 
Made up the sweet delight, that children loved to eat
Then There was Sideshow Alleys with its...

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The small antique shop beckons to me as if calling my name
I hurry to enter with great anticipation
The chime above the door provides an eerie greeting
The store is aglow with articles of times past
I pass from aisle to aisle my eyes darting from relic to...

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Which - 'Witch' is which :)
 when a Bat doesn't need a ball to fly home,
 can’t tell a Black Kat from a black cat in Rome 
 a wood bat has no wings to hit one homer,
      havin' fun,...

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A true daughter,
Delightful.
A polished gem in the Good Master's crown.
Another soul of the Virtues demonstrates
Further the role of Faith in our Lord's realm
Of the here and now...
Singing so sweetly to our Jesus
Of all the love that she had long since found in Him.
Favored for her...

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Logo streets
 Tarek Hassan

I saw in Kathmandu in Nepal

Hand-crafted paintings of the city, aesthetic artistry

She did like him forgot

Suddenly the door sound  memory.

I went to the Indonesian island of buttam

Filled eyes saw, the sea shore

I wrote the name of the plane splitting book

Baluchar got to...

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Faith, hope, and love--and the greatest of these is LOVE
(1 Corinthians 13:13)


Love is a word that is difficult to define
Hand crafted by God from the beginning of time
He created this wonderful world for man
So we could love one another and live by his plan 

It...

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The rugged bark of an old tree
with imperfection due to its cracks
is a wondrous thing of beauty
and it's the imperfection that attracts

We know that a star-shaped flower 
does not make a perfect star
Yet it has a certain loveliness
that induces a sense of wonder

A hand-crafted ceramic...

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Entranced through castle window
arms outstretched ...
but resting on its frame
The only sound that falls to ear
from a pendulum's rhythmic swing
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A gentle flame
sends ghostly shadows
that dance to silent notes
Entwined in scents from fireside
inlaid with cherry smoke
~
They said she would appear this night
as all the stars align
I...

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On one Christmas Eve  

To those who believe  

News was declared  

Honest and fair  

Information needed for those trivial pursuits  

About the red outfitted man wearing snowy black boots  

“This is to be proclaimed  

Santa Claus has a...

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I understand you’re insecure but why you gotta put that make up on
Ya beautiful, its true I ain't stunting, I ain't trying to con
Don’t run away from who you are, it’s the way you were born
Personally hand crafted by the man upstairs
He’d want you to...

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