Best St Johns Poems

My Saint John flow on
Through forest, marsh and town's spread
Tablecloth of stars

Conquistadors gone
The blue herons walk alone
In moonlight's silence

River and lone night
Memory is a wind's...

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Sprouted from the depth and leapt for the height
Tremendous epoch-making in sight

Just like a raw gem that transforms on motion
Our imaginations are like the ocean
Her...

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love,a slipper,a glove.the tea is sweet,little bo peep,keep your endeavors,i here,forever.to 
sheer a sheep,little bo peep.indeed keep your false friend until the end.the mend is...

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Mark Hurlin Shelton is a Poet from Cape Town South Africa, born in October 1967. He was raised by his grandparents in Three Anchor Bay,...

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Wet skies
Grey dawn 
Blankets the coast.
Black rocks
Sea foam 
Triggers the most
Atlantic applause,
An encore to those
Just hearty enough
To make a life on The Rock.

And to answer...

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In Pleasure          
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


White suit, top...

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I am a high school graduate and a former college student
I have no children
No drug or alcohol addiction
nor do I have a home
I am one...

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Standing under St Johns Bridge, 
ships and boats hauling in, 
red and green lead the drive, 
dusk has framed another day. 
Gentle ripples,
hide Willamette's gold.
Pilgrims...

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Just a Thought......20 below can be a temp......20 below can also " tempt"

Sometimes we have a life long dream...

but not sure where to start....

and sometimes...

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AN OLD BUILDING BY THE ST. JOHNS

Prose and fingers lingering to the North arise!
On this day 25 degrees North of the Sun
Venus and the moon...

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MY THOUGHTS ON LIFE
 
IF I WERE TO TELL YOU NOW THAT I WAS A HAPPY PERSON ALL THROUGH MY LIFE,I WOULD 
BE LYING.I WONT...

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Jacksonville, at this hour, tell me
Do you miss me where the river flows
Through Florida's tangled history
Where the Mocama cotton grows

Do you see me driving early
To...

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HOLLYWOOD BEACH GULLS
Regrettably the sun was setting low
on wings of gulls all red and fiery eyed
they plucked the popcorn from our waiting hand
as if we...

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I saw Thriplow in its merriment
Vintage cars borrowed from Cambridge
and an abundance of folk singers
with strobes of defiant daffodils
food for the feasties
Morris Dancers sermonising past...

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Streaking, dashing, breaking away
Up, up the tempo the McClendon way

Getting wide and filling the lanes
Assisting the open man with two points to gain

Upbeat, back and...

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