Curator Poems - Poems about Curator

..."The silence fades with a soft embrace" but strokes my soul like butterfly dreams, whilst words unsaid lace the amethyst air with strings of silver and citrine ~ clutching metaphors to......

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...Admirably blessing, caring devotion, Beautiful curator develops evangelism, Creating dedicated, evolving faithful, Divine epistles, faith growing. (Acrostic in alphabet sequence, ABCD).......

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...(2D Acrostic). Admirably blessing, caring devotion, Beautiful curator, develops evangelism, Creating dedicated, evolving faithful, Divine epistles, faith growing.......

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..."as an entity in the dream we conjured we know not we are both the dreamer and dreamed how then may we wake up when we are in trance in bondage to illusions we ourselves stream" ~ Unse......

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...“free from conditioned belief no agenda on our shelf vibrant as the light of Self life flows on all by itself” Love of raw self is liberating It is a beautiful thing to esteem Self ac......

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...All I have of lasting value is my heart to give the antiques in the attic just gather dust plastics become brittle and metal to rust cloth disintegrates and if sentiments on cards a......

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...Diaries left open and letters framed, chronological ink waving from a horizon, gone. Clothes hung to recreate a wedding, a dance, a touch – enclosed in glass cases to trap the scent inside. Th......

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... Tim Horton, Tim Janis Kofi Annan, In a scaffold that knots a shoeless You are mincing me on a cutting board, these days In pounds per pounding heart , with knives and bleesed hone You were a f......

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... Mayonnaise in my mouth; it was turkey—the first Pollack I saw. His fault that the splatter looked like a forgotten egg on the side. Walking toward the waste basket, I threw up in i......

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...We, with the geometry and evening balance of our midcentury hands—gently lower the cloche over the day between us. It is a nightly ritual, gravity-driven, habit built over time, the g......

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...See them opening the doors to welcome you to the shore. See them opening the door, they are asking you for more. Get your business in line and make way for the divine, open up the village gates and s......

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...We wanted to make a heavenly cake But needed angelic ingredients That were as far out of reach as can be So we thought of other expedients Like the famed store of unusual foods Though it wasn’......

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...There was a man who whispered in my ear; Emerald green waters furry grounds of green; Promises of illusions yet still very real; Gratitude of thanks use gracious are the thoughts; Gloriou......

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...When you think of flowers blooming you think of the stages they have to go through- toget to the point of being admired by rhe world, even captivating a lover's eye- as if it is waiting to ......

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...American Empire Supreme, By Davieo, David Rothchild American Empire Supreme Curator of geologic time The One True Field Marshall Of all being & Civilization The One true One The Clear C......

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