Best Spire Poems

The steadily falling cold August rains
Continue to pour upon Cheshires lanes;
Over flattening fields of soddened wheat,
Soaking the grass, splashing the feet.

Stands the Combine in the...

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I Think Of You - Ground Zero (Part 1)

Leaving under a blood moon
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with sun as its spire

the peak is a cathedral. . .

winter’s glow is ours...

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Sometimes late at night as we succumb to sleep
We greet creative thoughts beyond those of counting sheep

It’s said Thomas Edison held coins in his hands
That...

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A pregnant lass with eyes of glass had never learned to cope;
once set adrift her fall was swift, she slid a slipp’ry slope.
She fled the...

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I once stepped into a labyrinth, that grew upon the crest

The unraveled trail through silver pines, where ferns and grasses wept,
Where birdsongs rose, from scattered...

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A tomb
So chill    so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb

Diffus'd
Her warted    weaving spire
In eerie    midnight sun

A...

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A day, so many years ago, we traveled up to see the stars
from high upon a rising spire,
not knowing then, what we know now

We stood...

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Look at us, all lonely people
Tasting your words as seasons roll
For dreams are reborn glazed by fire;
When strings explode, plucked to inspire
As lines croon, throbbing...

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Ordinary words cannot express the glimpse, this strange eclipse of wonder
Driving over hills, just north of home, it captures first my curiosity
Amid the landlocked green...

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Their story haunts my memory, I'll tell it to you plain..
in the city of Sarajevo, a place war could never touch,
and hope it never will...

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Quasimodo

Is tha' I gan't ta'k too good
Tha' keep me silent, not my mood

They thin' I brooding monstrosity
All thin' so, except, not she

I feel so shame...

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The dance commences, I retreat a step
Shattered from archaic engulfing patterns

You cha cha your storm forward in
Swirls of ancient abandonment and as

I skip back another,...

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Unbelievable- Paris stopped breathing and even the world,
the cathedral spire shuddered, clung, trembling;
then, plunged burning and the crowd and the world itself,
wept, for the beautiful...

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" ....They profess to know God, but by
their deeds they deny Him...."
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