Cornucopia Poems - Poems about Cornucopia

Flittering all about, unknown souls - get to know them. —by poet As the wings of a butterfly uttered simplicity, Hues aroused in me curiosity; humble is she. Each soul, created carefully; cornucopia eyes. ...

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Sukkot's a holiday seven days long supplies to buy, a home to build No one's inside in our neighborhood The fragrance of myrtle the esrog's beauty Cornucopia of pageantry harvest's heavenly booty...

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As I remember my quondam days, I contemplate, I ruminate, The musings of the bygone time, Cleaves my heart apart, With a sharp twinge. I was tenderfoot, budding, blossoming. A bit naive, obtuse, Savored euphoria in everything. Being born under a lucky star, In the cornucopia of, Love, happiness, and blissfulness, Was incomprehensible of the, Forthcoming quagmire. It came all of a sudden. Like a bolt from the blue. Snatched everything...

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A Schoolboy’s Cornucopia ...

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Cornucopia Trumpet Sounding – abundance Resounding – A harvest not Empty – a horn of Plenty – Season bounty Astounding – safe from snowbound Surroundings Fall Caressing fair autumn Blessings. Sweet orbs of Green or burgundy Seen In arbors that Wait grape clusters to Take Nectars Serene in fermenting Dreams Dew mists so Fine like sparkling Wine. Breath of Autumn whispers soft harvest Hymns Ruffles...

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All around the horn and neatly placed inside. A battle of the fittest, a chance to seek a bride. The mythical Cornucopia, a consecrated piece. Sought by all the Gods, a broken horn from a beast. A cheat became a bull, a legacy now it warns. If you mess with the bull will you get or take its horns? Maybe it...

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lorn, horn plenty; diplomatic abundance; overflowing mass; ~ symbols of supply; goods, things of a specific kind; shaping like goat's horn, ~ vegetables of corn; ever so plentiful so... flowers, fruits, and more; 5/10/20 Placed #6 place in Contest For CORNUCOPIA POETRY CONTEST Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann...

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In Classical Antiquity, “Cornucopia” means plenty, A symbol of abundance, nourishment overflowing; That was my Mother, a Cornucopia for many, In her lifetime of service to others, without crowing. Evelyn was many things, but "Master Chef" by definition, The magical commissioner of a welcoming kitchen; Where small talk ensued, as heat was applied, Every recipe and dish, using taste as her guide. Location...

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In a lavish land of bountiful luxury designer clothes lace their debonair supersonic dreams celebrate wealth magnates in mansions and fancy cars wine cellars and buffet, silk ties in style usurped soul in vault, slave to the dime booming business in stocks and bonds fortune and fame, luck of golden diadem. abundant worries, like poor and penniless spectacular elite, in an ocean...

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Cornucopia The season arrives and and I must prepare my horn of plenty will be dusted soon to garnish anew with all fruits and greens and feed my Muses with such tender care a broken horn that Zeus had repaired gather together the sweet and green food to satisfy and reveal a new mood to replenish my empty soul again abundance anew resembling...

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Mama says this is where I was born on a stormy night the benignant horn was where she'd paused to breathe and reside The bounteous hollow took her in ...

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God has blessed me beyond my wildest dreams He’s given me more than I could imagine or think, Blessings alive with faith, hope and sweetest love, Filling me up with joy from the throne of grace! God has shown me that I am worth so very much… With a bounty sent from the heaven’s up above, Inspirations that fill my heart...

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Cornucopia of Glory Come to the Cornucopia of food It will lighten up your mood Bring happier times in dreary days The the sunshine rays cast away the haze To a plentiful glory Tell your story A story of hope, fun, and friendship This is what the Cornucopia brings A sense of kinship...

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Under the seamless sapphire of the sparkling sky my mind morphs into ornate vase of blooming vale, carved out in chromatic contours by cheery cascades, gliding through the bounty of blossom on wing of zeal. Harbored in the stony shore of the boundless blue sea, a lone pebble I roll relentless on tireless tides of time, caressed...

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soul harvest my mind the horn of plenty. . . words overflowing For Brian Strand's the 'Sen-ru ( rather than hi-ku)' Poetry Contest...

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