Chariot Poems - Poems about Chariot

I am a sifter So I can be objective Regarding the sincerity of my smile About why I laugh About whom I assign The key that renders my being whole I am a sifter So I can be intentional Regarding the weight of my words About when I speak About whom I honor With the deepest secrets of my soul I am a sifter So I can be...

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Where death goes, A whirlwind blows, The night comes with its chariot, Haloed by dark clouds. Oh, night don't yet open your door, For his soul is not yet ready to go into your store, Don’t go into the night's chamber, Awake from the enervating slumber. Can you hear me, father? Don’t go any further,...

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"Sweet Chariot" Swing low sweet chariot where it hurts most, we smile through the pain, violins always swept me away saving pianos for buriel daze, keys, each a note, to be played demons come and they go burned at the stake the collaboration when it flows off page, is what it is never a clean escape; LOVE, always flies in to save the day (LadyLabyrinth / 2023) Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for...

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Oh! How great it tastes: Steamy Riot But is it delicious like Quiet? How glorious it appears: Chariot Still in some wars and conflicts: Idiot… I had had to talk about Riot: The scene promising all but quiet, The maddest jury of a chariot, As men go for chaos like diet. Real and fake claims clash with canisters They flee who had...

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To War goes a Chariot: To a Special Riot; With Quivers of Arrows, Bones piercing with Marrows… Had Throwers of Javelin, All through Men, no Jocelyn. Chariots were for Elliot And Judas Iscariot; Largely part-horse, part-cart You’d see and lose heart! The Armored Car of Old, Now in loved plastic Sold; For The Tough Kid as Toy, Future Soldier still Boy; Some in...

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broken chariot we cannot fix our strong, precious love is still in the mix broken chariot we can always replace the strength of our strong, precious love will always save face broken chariot we know not the definition our strong, precious love survived many cancers and always in remission broken chariot we can always redefine our strong, precious love is like water...

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Charmful lemon-shaded dragon, Happy and respectful! Aptitudes off the charts as a Reassuring and delightful storyteller. Intelligent beyond belief and Overwhelmingly friendly and truthful while Tending a pumpkin patch! August, 2021...

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Sol's gilded chariot slowly ascends over fields of worshiping sunflowers in a sky of burnt almond and orange as morning light directs their loving gaze (Double Tetractys) 09-24-2020 Double Tetractys 3 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Eve Roper Photo #2...

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Moses, disappointed, asked, "Only Ten?" When will You give us more commandments? When? 'Let Me first see you obey The first Ten, if that's OK' In Seth's chariot, Moses drove away......

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One way I know this afrocentric music rather than a eurocentric mere performance piece is longing for a sweet and swinging chariot, rather than a messiah white and male. I know this is a cooperative-felt spirit, and not so much a competition, because of how word choices and round rhythms combine to pitch longing free safe home. A freestyle journey to a rich robust and multicultured freedom of tribes...

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And did those wings in ancient time Soar upward in the sun burnt sky: And was the father of our dreams Seen boldly taking us on high! And did the clever man of arts Shed light upon our lofty bent? And was a seed implanted in That Cretan's dark imprisonment? Bring me my wings of fair design; Bring me the power of desire! Bring me...

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Seventh Son of a Seventh Son the night has a thousand eyes The music fades, past dance is done the future’s siren cries Seventh Son of a Seventh Son all prophecy would say Your father deaf, your mother blind bequeathed of both you pray Seventh Son of a Seventh Son last chariot at the...

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The sky unfolding mysteries tiles, Dropping rain of chariots, (the presence hour of Jacob trouble,sent A signal on Lucifer throne) The last hour of yielding cross: I am Jehovah master of all Am sovereign and kind Who love ,I love Who hate me will pay, For the time as come. Chariot of fire with angry faces, Dreadful to look upon, Trumpet sounding louder than machine gun. Living-dead,rise...

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From a swift wind may she return this night, may the moon delight the path less traveled and make mighty her heals; for this tiny flower wan in her meadow, where lightning rips the skeletal gloom, (where she knows not which way to heaven) --- but the Star which shines above forgotten tombs.... How I miss her warmth.... while the night pours...

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Ask joy to trace the path of light: Meet moments deep that tell the tale, Obtain the space to fill insight; Delight now heaps a happy sale, Exploit the feel of trade that hurls; Rise to the fit of timely craze, Niche a new bill where strokes greet swirl. Charm works new wit as frames amaze, Heart and mind know the winding road; Arrive...

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