Concentrates Poems - Poems about Concentrates

... At dusk, a greater divine fire beautifully erases the entire horizon... and the starry night, in so many startled tongues of fire, concentrates and sings in a profusi......

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...I could write of stellar skies -- Really I could! Could write of lozenge moons~ of over-saturated beams, arriving and departing, concentrates of extra sweetened, totally addicting, poeticall......

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...Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes white Fire of witches, fire with switches bright I gaze into your depths, feeling amazingly light Wondering what dish you will bring me tonight Soil with s......

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...My heart failed a few times again today, but each time it came back to life. This is no time for poets and philosophers. *** It is strange that in such a short time a person can come to feel as mu......

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... elderly people some with walkers or canes, teams opposite each other, smiling nervously on one side all blue shirts (mostly all) on the other green shirts ......

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...Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes white Fire of witches, fire with switches bright I gaze into your depths, feeling amazingly light Wondering what dish you will bring me tonight Soil with s......

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...Something about her heart, beating; Something in her soul, intriguing; The God in her, in her is God; I standing a firm foundation Hallelujah Something in her smile Jesus; Her voice so wonder......

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...The leaves have not yet fallen from this tree It makes my room so dark I cannot see. Winter clocks will change and lengthen nights. The sun will scarcely rise nor give much light. The ang......

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...Beyond my Grecian villa walls of stone a great bridge does cross the river’s divide, and the Maroochy water’s gentle groan concentrates my mind betwixt moon and tide. Where over burning c......

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...Scene beneath is utterly true Veracious (ridiculous) account Told by me from baby eye view, - Utterances she was without Eighth day in the cold bright realm, hungry again ......

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...In the padded cell of my confinement I think and feel and slide Down a slope of reason and emotion dressed in gloves and mask I am rebel but in times of these I learnt to follow orders and abid......

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...Pride and Prejudice: The Lacking Margins Pride and Prejudice, a passionate novel by Jane Austen, published anonymously in three volumes in 1813. A masterpiece of English literat......

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...Luna’s October madness laughs at the gleefulness brought by Halloween So orange children can put their thumb and index finger up and squeeze Fresh orange juice of her in their minds. Parade of l......

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...Pen Wakes, Shakes And Casts Its Darkest Long Frown When faithful pen, releases not its ink heaven and stars refuse usual blinks moon dims and lets out moaning mournful cries poison arrows shoot......

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...Today’s stroll has a crisp air tone Aiding us to adore nature’s home I’m enjoying the cool breeze, She is too Both feel ready For a nice long exploration tour I look at beauty of trees and br......

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