Cusp Poems - Poems about Cusp

Morning thoughts of you roses full of dew gardens full of summer love, sweet romance here inside your arms we rebirth brand-new like the morning sun when it starts to dance Aborning sunlight cortef hours .... loved, like the pied colors of a rainbow burst. glancing tinted shades two...

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At the cusp Of a wave, a change, a fall Into total darkness Here we stand Or rather slide Headfirst into destruction And as we fall Into chaos and dissolution We will at last be saved And in that moment What we took for granted Will be lost Within the total chaos Law and order will be established And with it the end of freedom...

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Every so often, my mind wanders back to the summer of my youth, where a specific memory awaits. Having completed my first year at University, I’ve come home. My younger brother John, fifteen, seems all grown up, so different. He’s gotten taller but it’s more than that. I'm surprised when he offers me a tour...

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Let me hear you let me see you There is no echo, only existence The brave presentation of everything it is A swirling mystery I cannot grasp Let me hold you. Let me hold you. But it simply is Let me cup the clouds See how you flow around me How you flow around what is put into you I listen to what your dance...

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the telephone wires fan out just like the sun's rays but offer no warmth they are but lines up above connecting all the houses the warmth of the sun covers all during the day but not if hidden the sun just is and will be connection hangs in the sky the orchestrator the one who dictates my warmth surely is myself if I sit quietly cold I can...

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on the cusp poised precarious, point perched, lies threshold brink verge, the tipping-point pivot to, rise/fall from grace....

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He teetered on the cusp of change, Wanting to make each moment last ~ This flying of time seemed so strange, He teetered on the cusp of change ~ What would he not do to exchange his life for harmless childhood past! He teetered on the cusp of change, Wanting to make each moment last. ...

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All our lives we’re on the cusp When entering a phase, From infancy to toddlerhood And on, all through our days. We go to school and then we’re on The cusp of a career. We date and fall in love; the cusp Of family life draws near. We reach the cusp of middle age And possibly success, Along with all the highs...

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His sons used to take turns holding feasts in their homes…when a period of feasting had run its course, Job would send and have them purified. Early in the morning he would sacrifice a burnt offering for each of them, thinking, “Perhaps my children have sinned and cursed God in their hearts.” Job...

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Mystical Moon, languidly adrift in pallid glory, is holding night court, clad in gold silk sarong. Ruling her astral kingdom, amusing with a story about a cow and a spoon; singing a lyrical song. "Wondrous Moon," said I, "lamp unto this night, may your lustrous path stay vigilant and not stray." In comply, I saw strung on high, myriads of...

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An overachieving college student with lofty ambitions. Her education is finally over, a completion of a complicated puzzle. A summa cum laude graduate with...

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The prelude to a wish, all time conspired Eternity on call —the night on fire (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)...

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I waiver on the cusp of a dream while through a keyhole I envision a gathering of cherubic flowers perfect faces as innocent as creation. Pure, guileless faces of all colors and races earnestly plead with tears in their eyes "save us!” they softly whisper in unison then fading to black, I can hear their sad cries. With a gasp I awaken as...

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As par and parcel of being alive wire impossible aye to maintain totally tubularly literarily celibate by and bye with parochial restraint antiseptic dry as dust poetic refrains asper this healthy older guy devoid of physical whim zee unlike a inscrutable eunuch...so hi there dear...

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ON THE CUSP OF ALBERTO gray moon’s glazed over beautiful rain dance of clouds — umbrella is closed 5/28/2018...

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