Blueprint Poems - Poems about Blueprint

M-ap I-nstructs C-limbers H-ow E-ach L-ine L-eads E-levations, R-evealing A-ltitudes M-apped O-ut S-trategically ©bfa061525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Michelle C. Ramos)...

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Blue Print Spiritual beginnings Be patient, don’t worry Walk the narrow road With very few words Live a healthy life Opportunity to rise Blueprint to be true Write down notes Life with balance Follow the cross Don’t follow the world Don’t cast out stones You have a unique gift This is your blueprint Take it...

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J-ustice O-btained A-lways N-ullifies C-ounter O-nslaught, N-ever C-ompromising E-very P-olicy's C-omplete I-nstructions O-n N-onfeasance ©bfa052425 Monocrostic (Birthday of Joan R. Concepcion)...

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They handed me a body like a floorplan— no doors, only expectations. I built escape hatches out of music, poured windows from ink. Now I live in my edits, rewriting the roof....

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You are that feral fox that’s wild and wary not easily won over needing to be approached with caution ever so gently to be coaxed to trust Opening up in bits and bites get to know me slowly get used to me in increments i’m an acquired taste a rose blooming in its own time AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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Created to be different to bring about a generational change Trauma invoked to keep most from creative conscious range Learning being different can bring in a great feeling It's imperative for the need to work on inner healing That inner child help develop creative healthy happy adults Taking chances to heal, help the experience for those results Don't stay in the...

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Harmonious tales of esoteric beliefs, Uplift the celestial collective; Magic dust is scattered akin to autumn leafs, And mystical pursuits reshape the narrative. Nebulous designs slowly step into limpidity, Ianthine rays light our winding journey; Telestic quests meld with earthly deeds, Ylem is the source, veiled by human weeds....

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They interviewed the artist inside of her large blueprint mansion. At one point she criticized America for being overtly materialistic. Her painting studio alone, was large enough to house half a dozen desperados... but instead, it harbored dozens of giant unsold paintings. I was amazed by how bright a person could be but at the same time completely blind to their...

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Do you remember ever holding your deeds.? Paper Links to real estate freehold' an epitome; one seed.' Of human independance.? Be that what it may be? In A bundle of actions' often tersely displayed dotted Lines on draughtsmans paper-like a greaseproof affair' Pages upon pages quite a bundle i declare.' Swirls of Trees there depicted solid lines for the boundries. Dotted For...

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He is the man of my life and l can bank on it, A rock l can count on with forever being secure, He is what God had in mind when he said, “Let there be men”, Many don their smiles upon his presence, But well, what can l say, “He is mine”, So flawed but perfect, At least l now...

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The blueprint marked the plan of her life. Just like an architect she was, she constructed it perfectly Drawing it to the very detail she wanted it to be. Ink dripping, paper raffling, on to work she was. As others slept, she kept burning the midnight oil in the attic where the sound was below ten decibels. The blueprint contained...

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blueprint To have the innocence again, not abused nor denied to see with the eyes of a child the beauty that could be in it all - what we lost, through bitterness the curse of me over you and warring life throwing its poetic grenades, watching feathers fly the absurd piranhas and cockerels fighting fed love, the monsters put to bed to sleep, to wake to...

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I learnt to speak only to grow not to talk with words i understand If i must speak allow me to settle in with this anxiety first My chest keeps beating as if my ancestors were not outspoken enough Forgive me mother I never grew to be the eye you sow Every time i try to convince my retina that...

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ALLS AIDS IS,IS A BACTERIAL CANABAL VIRUS.WHERE THE RED BLOOD CELLS EAT THE WHITE BLOOD CELLS AND TURN THEM INTO RED BLOOD CELLS.GARLIC PURIFIES THE BLOOD.MAG SYTRATE FLUSHES OUT THE IMUNE SYSTEM AND OILS AND INCENSE KILLS BACTERIA, DIRECTIONS HOOK A IV UP TO HIM OR HERS CHOICE OF HAND HOOK GARLIC WATER UP TO THE IV...

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I stand alone and take in my surroundings.. The Earth is quiet.. the Earth is still. Only I exist in this very moment.. In all my complexity and freewill. This is my personal blueprint.. Uniquely created like DNA. It exquisitley defines my identity.. From my first breath to my last day. I'm characterised by my birth name.. The location, date and time. It is...

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