Counterfeited Poems - Poems about Counterfeited

...the conversations are rolled into the corners stretching into a fifth dimension perpendicular to all points this is where i love you curled back upon itself unavailable to the eye the physicist......

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...Resting inside a brass cauldron of craven curiosity Lay a horror unexpected to anyone who peered, A chalice of old silver containing a rotting hand Surrounded by gold coins and ivory c......

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...Cynikos for Diogenes of Sinope, 4th century B.C. philosopher. There are all sorts of stories about him, that he counterfeited coins in Sinope and had to flee, that ......

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...Poetry is somewhat unique in that your mind blends an object, person or thing. You become one and then you create an image through your words, each poet is different otherwise all poems would be the ......

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...(A reply to “The phenomenal woman” by Abul Mayen, “Hope John”) This breezy morning I have caught the right worm Basking on a rock like a lizard She twirled her waist in her briskly walk A mile......

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...Genial to avoid confrontation Baseborn kind, complaisant character A spurious recital, a cheap imitation Apocryphal mind, and comical creations Counterfeited Christ An unholy effusion Sons of B......

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...Fair Game I am The All-Mighty, The Ever-Exalted, The Supremely-Eternal. To me belongeth the universes, the heavens, the earths, what dwells in-between. Jinn and Men, I have created, for a sole pur......

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...Musicianship (3 May 2014; For my son Steven, an ACCOMPLISHED guitarist) Real musicianship can truly drive you nuts— There really are no “ifs”, “ands”, or “buts”. Practice, study, memorize, then mo......

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...Three. Two. One. Screams of excitement, with a little bit of death in each roar. Disturbing the serenity of the big blue sky, piercing the atmosphere through a rebellious dive. I let gravity take con......

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...You could call me a goat in heaven Yes I am the goat that waters and watches the crops in Gods garden, for it is still early to sow and work as much as I want. Yes I am the goat that plants and wat......

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...Amidst the binge of the champagne, and the glitter on the faces, she heard the distant lullaby. Glistening repertoire of appreciation elated her, but her soul had been far forlorn. She smiled her......

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...Riding the wind, she smiled stealthily Her hair veiled most of her eyes But they spoke of words unsaid, As she vowed to tread From mystery heights to surging depths She roamed with pure solitary......

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...I wave my hand and the misery that cramp the space in my vision melts into pastels. The sky twinkles with morning stars and the clouds that dot across the horizon seem reachable. With a breath, I......

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