D Day Poems - Poems about D Day

. there i were sir mind'n mine uv course hern well look at her...

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since we are by thoughts hypnotised ~ God within is not realised...

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Diving deep in the pond of the sub-consciousness I die every night, you die every night too This is our way of rejuvenating the body This may sound crazy, eerily or even spooky, However, this is absolutely or definitely true Our body makes a special trip to correct the mess Which takes place from a certain time to the other We die...

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Seize the day!?Seize the day,!!?Seize the day!!! Once I cried “carpe diem”—pluck each moment bright— But now I know: no soul can truly seize the day; We can but watch it vanish into night. Time slips through grasping hands, in echoes vast, Like memories we hoard—“This too shall pass.” Before we sense its passing, a thousand moons have passed, Leaving only footprints...

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(Voice of a Broken Lineage) Before your first cry kissed Florida’s air, Two weary souls crossed oceans of despair— Your parents, Cuban hearts in exile, Arrived in 1956, not with riches, But with hope wrapped in trembling hands. They fled the storm, not to breed silence— But to gift you a voice sharp as justice. And yet, what song do you sing now, Marco...

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I saw a one way ticket A trolley full of lauggage Checking in an apartment, not a hotel This visitor is here to stay I saw a sale agreement Not a stay receipt I saw a full smile Not a half-wit grin Embraced with both hands A bed in well made I see no plan for departure This visitor looks quite settled AI is here...

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Amazing, beautiful Sunshine Moonlight Nighttime Brightness Clouds in the air Whispering winds flowing Blowing unknowingly Days upon days Elated, joyful The days. ...

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if erst fears no longer nonplus ~ why does trance have a grip on us...

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We die a little bit Each day and each night As we live every minute Gleeful or glum under the light. We die in our sleep And rise again if we’re lucky And blessed. This is deep Few people are truly canny or savvy. Believe not in all the glitters When it’s time to go or to depart Gravity behaves like deadly creatures. We die every...

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red heart of morning guilty shadows fled like dreams scattering moonbeams Blue jay on green rose caressed by gold creeping heat petals and concrete saffron veiled dancers of every scent and color city sun culture pearly paths faded plum day's grown a bit older sunshine's grown bolder ...

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Each year I spend a part of New Year’s Day relaxing, still, in quiet solitude. Reflecting on the past twelve months, I pray for strength and wisdom for the brand-new year. Included in my silent interlude are pleas to face life's changes without fear. I thank the Lord for blessings I've received, including loved ones and all lessons learned. Life is so good,...

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IN THE HEAT OF DAY A peaceful warm day. Scents of flowers fill the air; So do summer flies! ...

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Day by day, ...

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"AI has stolen the imagination from writers. The human writer is the true creator from their heart. AI is the great copier because they have No heart to write with." By Poet  Writers imaginations like to play, with creativity and words each day. Only with a writers big human heart, a writer gets their pen in hand to start. Keeping...

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countless hearts and roses fall for sake of heeding Cupid's call and yet I fail for phrases, new imparting, fresh, my "I love you" (for poets, past, have said it all) perchance I'll find the words inside your hazel...

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