Broaching Poems - Poems about Broaching

...The universal, eternal Atman, the endless soul Resides in me as my breath, and makes me a single whole. As the breath of the almighty, it is born without sin. It drives, as a life changer, the phy......

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...with eyes averted in graceful melancholy what joy could be left not in belief in new territory aweless with stale miracle pond tossed stone rings ripple and die obstinate and prolonged no going b......

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...What of those dreams that in our mind Seek distant hopes and in them find That love and life may be combined Awakening, our thoughts commence Become aware in sweet suspense Of all that new lif......

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...Thanksgiving, 1971, a parachute pilgrim approaches Northwest Flight 305 as Dan Cooper, anonymous businessman, anarchist airborne, black suit, black sunglasses, a black tie and a black briefcase......

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...butterflies form a kaleidoscope of myths boon or bad luck, depends on your own pick their metamorphosis from crawlers to flyers may be magical; each stage giving us a trick. caterpillars seem......

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...The Newburghers (A Jazz Talk in Six Parts - Dawn - Introduction Waking - Enter Von Newburgh Genesis - The Development Career - The New World ......

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...Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer, dreams spiced in youthful glow come May. Bright ribbons wake my bare feet’s slumber. Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer! Rainbows pleat danc......

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...She sees me as a lustrous light of celestial origin a blazing-blast, blistering-fast, free-flight beam to thrill the sky's wide-eyed gaze this little bright eyed boisterous boy that spins and......

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...ADELAIDE REQUIRED AID Adelaide adored me Ingrid ignored me Adelaide and I made quite an odd pair Yet Ingrid had silver silken threads instead of hair Looking up to a cloud laden sky I praye......

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...My love, annihilation of consign that thee, in aptitude, would frown on mine. While adaptation vaguely draws the line, that narrow thrust so vandalizing time. Lean softly, thee contingent natu......

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