Best Holing Poems

I’ll never get over the pain of losing my sweet Rosie. Thank God I was able to hold her for a short while before she...

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(Lady)
Listening to the sound of feet padding across the floor below me as I dose
Walking slightly to the sound of voices talking in the early...

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i will stand above the industry
hold, surpass all infantry
ride into my battles
on a chariot of gold

rising to the gilded plain
racing through the pouring rain
holing up...

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fall,oh little ones
squirrells gathering,holing
for winter chilly...

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We run up and down the planes, hand in hand,
Smiling, laughing, adoring the sparkle in your eye band. 
We still question if this is reality...

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A lone wolf holing out from across the prairie.
Roaming the night, which ever way the wind may carry.
His cries of longing haunt me, during the...

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 Muscle Memory 

Looking in the mirror,

I am getting older;
the loss of muscle mass

Sink-holing the skin
with pockmarks and the sagging

of my triceps and hamstrings
shows me...

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absolutley beautiful
striking a spark
when one soul 
shines out
radiating warmth
in the deepest
of feelings

touching without lips
seeing in sight
uttering under
the breath
blowing upon emotions
softly it lands
touching to
the very heart

one...

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All this hurt inside

I've learned to hide so well

Trying to forget it

Burying it deep..

But when i'm in the dark

Alone 

It all wells up

My heart is...

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The negotiation table

With sounds of Booms
Invading rooms
And the mounting fears
For the closest spears
The negotiation table
That could things make stable, 
Should step into the scene
And hands...

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Take a step back
Just to catch my breath
Close my eyes
So I wont have to see what's coming next
Holing on tight
And try not to loose my...

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I heard them spoke in the dark of that house.
Their voices boomed in the middle of the night.
I saw their faces in the dark through...

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the violin was playing out in the corridor then a faint drawn out sound
in walks in a passing fare maiden skin pale and fainting from...

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we stump jump
to the music beat
it was dancing feet
that got deep
 we drink eys for pink
and wink
it was party clover
i end up holing my cup
wioth
AFTER...

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When you folks are producing
your vanilla missionary practice,
who plays your Yang strong predator perception
and who prefers Yin reflexible reception?

Do you politically
and/or economically
flip his/her ecofeminist flop?

I'm...

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