Bundles Poems - Poems about Bundles

...I have counted her footsteps for thirty-seven years the same path worn into my slope, the same pause at the thorny ridge where she catches her breath and adjusts the weight on her spin......

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...yellow, orange, red, ribbons stretched across…the brilliant sun the sound of a rooster..,a fiddler on a roof, above Anatevka where roads are muddy and tradition is a foundation…milky town comes ......

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... We sleep on each other, lick on each other, run around and nip on each other, we are wholly 'each other,' personalities hid in the ruff and fur around our necks and the snaggle of ou......

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...Vitamins, chained to shallow waters. Buried in a cave. Below the world. I stand ready. Waiting for more. Seeds of sorrow planted deep. Mercy or remorse. Shadows aside I sense you near me. Nightly r......

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...Hakim. The Gatekeeper from Esagila. (A lone voice whispers) In ancient Babylon, I once stood alone and mixed fire Iron and clay All day Creating a spell To entice my only light to......

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...“The sky in changing shades enfolds many mysteries of the universe, the shifting clouds, the sun, moon, stars and other heavenly bodies. Its vastness is like the vastness of human mind, shape shiftin......

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...We both were once in a village, far from the crowd (Home/verses/khonika/ek ganye) We both were once in a village, far from the crowd Plethora, the joy is always ours! Magpie Robin chirps there ......

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...Arrows, what are they good for? In an embodied dungeon very near to my molested liver arrows pile up, bundles of barbs, each one a love letter that missed its mark. Some older ones still drip ......

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...The poet speaks of madness--madness similar to what? What was spoken before this silly syllabus? Each ant, lifting and carrying, adds bundles of dried and curled rose petals to the soup simmeri......

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...In corners of the world, where rays smile bright, There are furry friends, speaking souls in the light. Cats that prance and dogs that bark, In every heartbeat, they wait for us with a spark. D......

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...A lot of it happened when not looking, they are captured as photo-images still arriving undeveloped. Beneath the skin of a retro-vison dark scenes of rain slicing through confused clouds for......

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... The shadow I cast on the corridor wall Covers my father’s radiant photo frame Night’s transcripts are saved on the iron chest Stacking the secrets tied in bundles Apologies are like ince......

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...On summer grass freshly cut I lay relaxing looking up at the subtle slovenly shape shifter floating above It steals my mind and the world disappears slowly changing sneaking by forming froth......

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...Form - Free Verse (Written my way) Poetry Contest-Constance La France, Theme 2. Life. *A pregnant or nursing cat is called Queen. --------------------------------------------------------------------......

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...Refugees came running from Hitlers rule Save these victims from a death so cruel! "Never again!" were the words they muttered "We must defend our land" soon they uttered Building your home on ......

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