Chiselling Poems - Poems about Chiselling

...The morning slaps me awake with a frozen windscreen, keys in hand, scraping frost like I’m chiselling through someone else’s mistakes. My breath hangs in the air, a ghost of myself mocking the......

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...beak’s pecking away chiselling wood from my side hole reveals insides is it work or play pecker’s constant yammering or to stir me up plug up scab or slug the critter who’s fleshing out a......

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...Yes, that is the role of the Teacher, as Shams was to me – showing one ‘who they are’, so they can stop bleating, crying at night, and never again be afraid. Rumi Oh beloved, ......

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...Oh beloved, I'm like Rumi without Shams. A shivering summer soul, secretly stalked by wild white winter wolves. A chiffon child chiselling chimerical calligraphy, cursed with invisible ink, sile......

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...I I could copy, imitate and duplicate The words of heart-and-wordsmiths O muse, help me rather emulate The genesis of natal pedigree, truths And touches of agape-Love II To speak of aging, a......

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...To bed just after one Awake by half-past three The words in my head Swirl around and torture me All I did was have an idea A simple story in my head Now condemned to hard labour Chiselling ......

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...I’ve been needing your lies I’ve been craving your poison I’ve been missing your demons I’ve been loving your hater While I was playing with death While it was ing me upside down ......

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...Priscilla of Titillating Courage With smidgens of cereal we may choose to grind traces from Grains of life truth sadness vagaries and the circle of being Separate the wheat from the chaff o......

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...holy wars not right… way back when not right now ~ why fear religion why believe in fear of god abused nature… fear ~ sieve good from bad survival of the fittest evolutions real ~ ......

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...Children of Xenophobia Children eating bullets and firecrackers Beggars of smile and laughter Silent corpses sleeping away fertile dreams Povo* chanting new nude wretched slogans Overstaye......

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...Are you sitting comfortably, children? Because it's a long tale..... Then I shall begin. Arthur was a Mason, which in case you hadn't known is a man who sands and chisels, making shapes from ou......

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...Your warped song and dance play to my soul twisting and turning me inside out melting and moulding my depths creating, shaping, chiselling away to new form until no longer do I recognise the one......

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...I had a waking moment but it was soon to be forgotten. Rising from a peaceful sleep, now I'm intrigued. Feels like myself and my mind have made a deal, for now this revelation has to remai......

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...Part Two To have written is to leave but a mark nothing stands for the proud rhyming syllables more than his acquired business acumen a Vaishya karmic hope Now we stand aghast before this edi......

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...The mirtangist may never willingly hear may not want to hear the multaiyam announcing his cue nor the melodist aware of the flautist's right to the change in the raga the plucking of the yal strings ......

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