Broaches Poems - Poems about Broaches

...I'm stealing a few moments from Father Time to pen my thoughts on parchment pages. I write of mirth we shared, sweet and sublime, capturing it in recorded history of us for the ages. As twili......

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...*** How Lady Learned at Last *** For decades, Lady daydreamed, wanting a full closet, A packed, complete fashionable style: Shoes to hats, to crown the French Bob Of shinny, brunnette tresses a......

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...The official name is Contrails No more than condensation The alternate one Chemtrails poo pooed across the nation I can't help notice months go by With none in sight Are we to unders......

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...glitzy colored rhinestones popping in and out with the help of the light looking like pirate's loot worn on grandma's coat left over from 1942 a spider or a tiger sometimes a snake holiday b......

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...She had the utmost prettiest of pretty things Ruby bracelets, broaches of garnets, diamond rings Some looked up to her because of her fancy clothes. Who these thinkers were providence only knows. ......

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...The sun slips a wink And wilts a few degrees Like ritual, September passes Leaving a wet headache- October falls fondly, Pawing the door like a hungry cat. Strewing orange gifts and straw. ......

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...Times like this, I sway in the playground of my mood; Falling into a melancholic digress. Hovering over me, Are misty dews of pessimism. "How knowledgeable is he That cannot read minds?" ......

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...A Morning to Forget Came wide awake, feeling rested, so refreshed took shower, drank coffee, even got dressed noticed it was still dark, only two hours slept with six hours left, back......

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...In life you set limits And you live by those limits— Sometimes you are better off, Sometimes you suffer. Can you have more fun? Live a little more if you step out of bounds once in a while? ......

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...Crackling the electric feel of the bolt The lightning comes crashing down in revolt The red sky turns black as night approaches Storm enters filling me as it broaches Acros......

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...The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part One Lone gold Venus nears the sickle moon in the late autumn sky She lies naked dreaming with one leg tucked under her thigh The pallor of her silvery skin simme......

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...All thanks to William Wordsworth, one of our greats I wandered in my kitchen round floating high on cocaine broaches all at once guess what I found a nest of golden cockroaches inside the stove, be......

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...Morning ignites a murder of white crows. roosting in the loft of spruce, maple and oak. Preening moon and star from death's fertile dream. Ribbons of sunlight wrapped tight, ancient scrolls. Wi......

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...There she sits, blowing the high clouds away Multi-colored hues, colors that surround She can’t find another to look this way There she sits, blowing the high clouds away Blend of air and ......

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...There she sits, blowing the high clouds away Multi-colored hues, colors that surround She can’t find another to look this way There she sits, blowing the high clouds away Blend of air and ......

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