Callus Poems - Poems about Callus

i always walked a sidewalk on my way back from the park, and i always approached heel to foot, because that’s what my dad taught me that tuesday night i count my steps, and inhale the smell of weed, but most importantly, leap over the crack in the cement but i’d callus my feet because we couldn't afford shoes. the jumps...

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My clever friend Ylenia Callus, With sensitive instincts never on the loose, With words throwing hearts, hugs warming my spine, Delicate soul so graceful and divine. My clever friend Ylenia Callus, A gift of life and a woman of truce A perfect image of what’s right and wrong I adore how your strong will plays along My clever friend Ylenia Callus, Your striking energy...

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sick am I heart's love my mind emotions frozen heart bleeds hurting so ~ Beating heart crying such mind thinks of the sadness frozen emotion 11/28/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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FOR PAUL CALLUS Paul, this short poem is for you alone, Wish you lived closer, I’d tell you on the phone, You have been the cornerstone of Poetry for me, A tutor in a way, An incredibly honest person Who writes talented poems You write brilliantly, and you are clever, Whether Historical, romantic, serious or funny, Before I answer some of your poems I definitely...

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Dedicated to Paul Callus In his dream did appear her soul he adored, Which he wished and wanted to be restored; Hear her sing; Back bring; Now has been in heaven in hands of his Lord. Jim Horn...

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She sits in silence at the end of day Beside the fire that barely warms the air Her mind in anguish, threads that tend to fray Companionless, within a room austere. Like a carousel swirling around me Are faces, places, traces of my life These disjointed images confound me Recollections sliced by a jagged knife. The curtains drawn; the door chains are in...

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dedicated to Paul Callus it never will be enough my mere sorry a village pump quenched many thirsty children hot summertime days water pumped from mother earth Paul Callus still remembers ...

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It is in giving to others that we find peace of mind, the ability to trust our instincts without severe hesitation- For we are all just free will and kindness combined, and we’ve all been bound by the blessing of creation. My car broke down last year without the means to pay for it, my husband and...

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A Lover’s Lament (Paul Callus & Redfiery ( smriti Jha) ~ 2017) A LOVER'S Lament Summer took its toll, Dried up the waters of our love. We found ourselves stranded On the arid river bed Dreaming of encroaching clouds. We thirsted for the promise of rain And love’s reincarnation. Rough winds carried away all hopes Storm took away what we had We pined for...

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Holy fire come I surrender all Thy Kingdom Come we gather one and all Here Down Under On your hills and beaches Holy Fire roar Holy Spirit teach us Glory to the One Who gathered all the nations Where can we run For true salvation Here Down Under God is moving strong Spirit-led prayer In Australia leads us Home Singing out to God Who sent us His Only Begotten Son Now, too, His...

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Washed and smartly dressed in school uniform Judy tucks into her healthy breakfast while watching cartoons on television. Her mother smiles. Outside the sun shines bright. Rami wakes to sounds of jets overhead. He pulls his worn blanket tight to his chest afraid to look...

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We were going to visit Malta so Paul and I hatched a little plan I’d bring pork pies over (his grand daughter Valentina is a fan) Paul would meet us at the airport with his family Valentina would be able to have pork pie for her tea! I packed the pork pies in a cold pack and placed them...

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His poetic voice rides across the sea I could swear that Paul is speaking to me With rhythm in his words, peace in his heart I find Paul and I are not far apart Collaboration takes little effort Conflicts in tone we easily avert In Malta he writes by soft candlelight When I’m still blessed by generous daylight Paul takes me to depths...

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~I gently Sigh ~ With half-closed eyes I lie supine, relishing the feel of soft green grass against my cool warm skin; the wind comes whispering through the rustling swaying corn caressing my body with arousing touch. I yield...to his subtle sensual words... he reads my thoughts...he knows me well; I yield...as my nimble fingers stray...

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In another time and age we could have written a new page crossing paths on land or sea brushing cheeks with destiny. With youthful zest and joy our ardent quills employ to mix your ink with mine with passion so divine and then the words would flow to set each heart aglow. If our souls...

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