Building(A) Poems - Poems about Building(A)

Building a Bridge ...

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I filled a small trench that yielded fresh water. Built as a serpentine and with a sharp corner. A small waterfall sang a melodious sound, A lulled sleepiness induced when it hit the ground. On each side of the rill, fair, watery plants grew, A great choice of Algae. Ferns, a lobelia blue. Fitful arrowheads and water lilies adorn. Cardinals and others...

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("Outside Looking In Merit Badge", 2011, original oil) Building a Dream My whole life I have been observing myself Steadily, obsessively telling a story, Sure, throughout the day, from to time, I lose myself In work and play and focus on others But inevitably the focus returns to me And all those other moments get added to my story. This is an obsession...

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Building a house: Base, floor, wall, roof, lawn and fence Is building oneself....

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Building the Bee Box Oh, let's take the cedars from Lebanon To build a temple for these bees. Plant a showcase of flowers to entice. A manmade fountain for water. Then, we shall put sugar in it. For,these bees will not notice Between the seasons , that They might keep working in blindness. Then, we shall have an abundance of honey. As long as we...

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("Peyote Dreams", 2018, original encaustic) Building a Dream Building a dream one thought at a time, each with attendant sensations flowing from a creative mind, isn’t so hard to do, but it can be a struggle, even castles made of sand are work, too much work when they cease being fun, better to write on water or leave our thoughts in the sky, effortlessly painted in a...

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"Every struggle in my life has been a lesson and made me stronger." --Constance La France Life is a shared gift that takes my walk slow. It's up to us how we live. I hate what I can't fear. Direct or indirect, I learn to go where I must go.   Life is a roller coaster; we feel, what do we know? Not...

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Building A House A house of bricks, inside the body. Bricks of strength, broader in length. Pillars for hardship ,to bear the kinship. The windows to be more precise, in all its shape and size. To Let not assumptions be made, for what is unsaid. Where the layers of confidence, laid one upon the other. Step by step, I go ahead. Brighter, stronger, to revamp the...

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Building a world that works for tomorrow When tomorrow will never come When tomorrow comes, it is today And today turns into yesterday And yesterday will never come again As result you must do your best today So that you will not have to pay tomorrow Yet, you should always do you best So that the next generations Will not have to pay...

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but its just begun...

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BEING A POET! With poems, poems strips and triplets much effort poet is done... D U E T the pen writes the rough way the verse... poet boasts of poetry. RECYCLING in scenario virtual, my verses recycle and don't misplace... POET IN LOVE! always towering libertarian... Never, poetry captive...!...

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Blossoming romance Amorously so Consumes daily thoughts Visions manifest Your luscious lips tempt Perhaps kiss or two Eagerly texting Device ways and means For assignation Exploring our minds In carnal desires To arouse senses Crossing boundaries Once hereto unknown So let us step back To our comfort zone Have light hearted fun Building a friendship A brick at a time Anacreontic Poetry Contest Sponsor - Silent One 4/11/21...

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Had a smirk of sorrowful clarity Someone dancing on my grave. And a artist The night was gathering materials. Knowing ambition for pleasure Would never fill the pit. The night called for a burn All the grasped boxes of blankets Nostalgic wood, Rhapsodies of a ratt-packen Journals, binders, scraps of thoughts Nick-knack volumes of prophets Overdosing on written salvation Hoping for a instance...

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Out there on a twist of fate, on razor backs, on oblivion's mistakes Demons spin atomic particles like microscopic balls creating tables Making them from something more than medieval trees Lets call it demon wood or satanic particles for short Atoms are too complicated to be understood Around the corner of a smile and a solid block of...

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I don't tell               story...             I live her!             I do not do               poetry...              I paint her in me!              I do not survive               just in this life ...               I do build the future ...!...

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