Cleft Poems - Poems about Cleft

She had the cleft of Kirk Douglas. It was decidedly brilliant on her. It fit her mind and her attitude. I watched it talk along with her mouth. Where had she gotten such a cleft? It is rare to see these days. It was more fashionable in the forties. I wondered about it for days. I never saw her again. But one time was...

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The void beneath the synaptic cleft Place of precision warp and weft Neurons are space ships fired at will With dying breath then they still Billions of neurons drive my brain Trying to understand~it is in vain Neurons are sparking as I contemplate What next to write then I vacillate. Second by second day after day Neurons are friends as I wend my...

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Lonely bench weeps beneath me Trees whistle their sorrow Flowers' petals folded inward Will dawn come tomorrow Birds' songs have been silenced Hark -- famished dogs bay The skies bring forth darkness Moon and stars sent away For you've vanished again Not a trace of you left Your reasons not...

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...arRive at a full knowledge of the truth. (2 Tim 3:7) ...chOrus of thanksgiving to God. (2 Cor 9:12) ...acCuse or excuse them. (Rom 2:15) ..maKers of heaven and earth, the sea and springs... (Rev 14:7) ...loOk out not only for his own interests,... (Phil 2:4) ...inFant in his arms and praised God, saying... (Luk 2:28) ..awAken from sleep; for now...

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Early October when the bomb went off, Tearing us apart. A brother here, a sister there. Scattered across the globe. Like the shock had made Roots suddenly disappear. Wandering to find them again. Something to anchor me to life, And something to pretend That none of this ever happened. It was like walking under a tree Green burning bright Like a star in the night. Until it...

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after pros and cons discussed with six grade speech pathologist, she weighed in favor, to launch stealth offensive spring time surprise raid, which faux analogous military show of force, no picnic nor hit parade though undeniably, unequivocally, and unquestionably ...

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A place by him to stand on—the rock. As his glory glides by, he hides me in its cleft; covers me with his hand while his glow dazzles, brighter than a million suns. The rock, immovable rock—a place of safety; by his side—warm in winter, cool in summer. There he shields me from his glare; from the splash of his churning righteous wrath. But God’s...

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Circa vista under seen life and spirit flow.. sublime outline forms little hill folds down.. cross the valley bleating sheep combs coombe the eyrie hawk..! copyright Joe Maverick 2011...

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