Clara Poems - Poems about Clara

clara   down at the fourth street pub and grill most folks sat around the bar while one played to her hearts content wishing to someday become a star   clara tinkered on her beat-up steinway with whiskey glasses neatly stacked as her fingers found the waiting keys she poured out her soul where talent lacked   alternating softly between sharps and flats ebony and ivory and nothing...

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Morning, bright morning, your promise has come Morning, bright morning, new birth of the sun Into your arms I bathe in reflection Into your warmth I strip off my fear Into your heart I surrender the darkness Into your strength I lay down my spear Morning, bright morning, your promise has come Morning, bright morning —today rebegun (Local Train From 30th Street Philadelphia: May, 2022)...

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Sitting at a table I met a woman of ethical means Surrounded by trees, warm, green, contrast Arrives this woman, vibrant, driven, the silence broken a little Jousting through early minutes of introduction We drink coffee, pass small talk until questions Discussion opens into opinions, directness I detect maybe anger, low levels, guiding her discourse At me? No, more my history,...

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I've BEEN invited alone into a carefully distinct sex whose sharp fangs comb my thoughts so ghost Within these disarrayed eyes from ground into green zinc coffin with mask i found this memory appears a slab as spine in bits of red and CLARA VENUS scent. :: 12212021 ::...

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Two pure souls a united pair in a nature love. ...

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Clara Oswald Who The Doctor's secret wife—who knew? Returned from September's honeymoon By way of last year's month of June...

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"I really don't believe you sorry.." this is what the Creatrix and Chaotica one told me and will tell you too. none are worthy and all will be rejected if they approach her throne on their own willingness. I wandered beyond the gates of the Sacred Land that Came Down to Us as We Rise. Really we...

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Brisk breezes spin around and around lifting dust devils high off the ground. And children wearing happy faces rush to find their favorite places. Clara the clown runs out to applause with dogs pulling kittens in rickshaws. And as rolling waves of laughs begin she spots Jim, noting which seat he’s in. As the crowd cheers the rodeo show a cowboy works his...

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Mission known for fine hand weaving. Chosen site left priests not leaving. Neophytes were seen believing. Bay's close, great crops. Sickness leaves now no one grieving. Soldiers made stops....

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(Dedication: For my daughter Clara's Birthday) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BLESSINGS FOR CLARA On your birthday: May love and light Show you the way As grace lifts sight. May joy and peace Make your heart light As joy brings ease To quest and flight. May love make whole In surge of good As joy of soul Floods your fond moods. May laughter cheer Each day with zest As love comes near With ample fest. May your dreams...

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Under the African blue skies I saw this beauty with a sparkling eyes Full of charms and majestic aura They said her name was Clara But I was a very poor cowboy Who could not afford even a baby’s toy How could I tell her the feeling in my heart Since we both lived a world far apart But I could with a...

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Jetblack sunrise ashen, breastbone of the final dark. My priest must leave to return to his ghostly parish. Where traitors necks stretch down from moss to swamp. I met the host of my companions, caught by first dawn’s watchfire dogs, waits for his beloved no more. Oh, his Clara, I must console before chill sets too deep within bone...

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PINK PINK PINK painting PINK In memory of Clara Anderson—artist--beloved aunt, mother and role model Clara had her breasts removed Long before Pink was beloved Bravely faced the doctors knife Mother’s friend and navy wife Clara danced on 30 years Battled pain Laughed through tears And her paint brush Carried on Splashed her color Like a song...

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Clara, Clara come out to play And rise from your satin bed Close the door against the day And I won’t tell you’re dead Clara my sweet Clara The angels bid you wake The tyrants rise before your eyes Against a closed mistake Clara oh sweet Clara Remember why you’re dead And why you lay among...

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I received her phone call out of the blue, I felt I have encountered my poem. I wished nothing bad happens to her, When I looked at her first time. When she is with me, All of her is there. She walks like a young antelope, Standing up it’s like a snake uncoiled, She is nothing but a ballerina, Somnambulist walking around. She wears the...

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