Cupola Poems - Poems about Cupola

...The radiator whispered like breath beneath the old window (half opened for mercy) where cold fingers of air braided themselves with steam and the snow stayed only for seconds da......

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...Isis staind 27+ years... of scorpion stinging poison us marriage, whereby the missus and I, nevertheless experienced genesis as mama and papa respectively. (jest kibitizing) thus explain......

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...Some old wooden houses are deep, they have porticos, piazza, loggia, gables, and cupola. There rooms are arboreal they knot, curl and jut. A memory rocks me gently in its timbered embra......

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...Isis staind 26+ years of marriage Yes, believe me you, I (also considered the best karaoke singer for the go-go's) putting Shabrina Leonita to shame back in two thousand and twenty one once......

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...Night bring terrible memories, shadows of yesteryears, it takes my breath away in fears, anguish and hell. An ugly wolf runs after me as I slither in the mud heart beats burst my chest with pai......

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...Some old wooden houses are deep, they have columns and porticos, piazza, loggia, gables, and cupola. There rooms are arboreal they knot. curl and jut outward as the limbs of a still treeing hous......

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...Chalice of Darkness Buried deep inside the blinded eye of midnight My fugitive heart, Homeless in winter’s frozen wrath, Seeks an abyss with rotund borders – A rounded vault of endorphic sacr......

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...From north, south, east and west This is the town to beat the rest, Where history and present blend As through its many streets you wend. Where once a monastery so great From every view woul......

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...raging sea consumes whalers, cupola soon to be a widow's walk......

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...On the wind-swept Nebraska prairie sits a building in wretched shambles, Surrounded by a sagging fence and overgrown with prickly brambles. It was once a bustling one-room school house, abandoned l......

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...The house is now quiet, the children have gone My beard they’ve left ruffled, as memories grow long With trains and dolls scattered, where last they played Their love remains buried, ins......

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...Scratchboarded stars of liquid light pouring in like rain beneath the cupola of heaven one sentinel of night A solitary figure stilled by the mutany of a willful hoot his head is bowed ......

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...The house is now quiet, the children have gone My beard they’ve left ruffled, as memories grow long With trains and dolls scattered where last they played Their love remains buried ......

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...Part 18 it helps to see the spectrum of behaviors as a spectrum first of all not disorganized not random not to the degree the clergy would have it which makes them ridiculous as well as dang......

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...At the Preakness, horses race; The crowd is quite excited. After winners are declared, Observers are invited To witness a tradition Which, since nineteen hundred nine Has been special to all ......

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