Blinks Poems - Poems about Blinks

Possessed by eyes of deceivers Stress pummels hearts twice deceived If plainly perceived, are nerves believed ...

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its not behind me till i turn straining eyes at sides was that movement or just the eyeballs turn peripheral visions of perforated what could be's was that my breaths end i'm sure mine was shorter that shadow space behind me of shape yet invented is that the scrape of nail in the hollow of my neck now natures noises need explained heart won't stop its speech am...

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I am often amazed how quickly time flies by. How so much seems to happen in the mere blink of an eye. For there was a time, not that long ago when for us life took an ironic twist. A time when we were nothing…a time when we didn’t exist. Then, in the blink of an eye, somewhere in the...

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Hong Kong China crunch clash of ideologies— iron mixed with clay *** 12/04/2019...

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Blossom Enchantment Does my heart yet beat? Beg you - listen close, for I cannot I fear it has halted its inexorable drum Swallowed, as I, by the depths of your gaze Brown - dark as black, against a dazzle of perfect ivory I plunge your eyes headfirst with abandon - swimming deep Submerged in immaculate sensuality and coy allure, thus Is there any...

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A choreographed dance of heart and deed fulfills the spirit that denounces greed. Why, now, should there still be hunger when all around there’s food to plunder? Silos sleep, filled to the brim with grain for prices elevated to obtain more gain. Why, now, should our children weep from hunger pains that chases sleep? Man sneers at over indulgent greed when there are...

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Cosmic Blinks by Odin Roark The final cry came only once in present dark night after years of fending off fate's fingers and hands prying brain and heart to give up innocence leaving life crumpled like paper whose words there upon became discarded as waste fueling new fire ever stoked by cold iron having rested...

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When at five-thirty In the rubbed-eye haziness Of ferreting lonesome night walks The camera-eye refugee Asleep in the half wakefulness Of the hour Peers out of his high turbanned sockets: Hyde Park's through road links London's diurnally estranged couple - The Arch and Gate. When at five-thirty The foot falls gently Of the vision cut in dark recesses And the man, finger gingerly on the...

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rain drops dribble rivers run through green grass; muddied bullfrog blinks...

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Only three blinks and life is through The soul whisper spoke, at once I knew, Three blinks left of life for me When senses and breath and pulse all flee. The masks, the smoke, the facades all run, Hunting another’s vain welcome, Clarity flashes and time reigns in Death is ringing, I am drawn to greet him. (Count to three) Blink (Count to three) Oh my...

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