Dana Poems - Poems about Dana

big natural pearl a beautiful name for girls tune or Celtic god...

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Dana is pretty like Cinderella A busybody who knows nothing said. But I saw Dana, and she was clean Cinderella was always cinder full, right? She reminds me of her, the speaker said. I tried to see it, but could not Dana looked like a Scandinavian princess One who had never gotten her hands dirty This woman’s hands were pristinely clean Her face was...

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In the Irish mountain "Breasts of Anu" I reside. I am mother goddess, the spirit essence of nature. Anu or Danu my worshipers call me with pride. Dana or Ana my believers apply their nomenclature. I am the female principle, primal vessel for all things. I birthed the people of Dana, the Celtic race of gods. As enchantress, my incantations are...

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FAREWELL TO DANA Our lives are full of come and go from the time that we are small, And we admit it’s very hard to understand it all. We go to school, we come back home, we come from here, go there; It seems as though it never stops, not here, not anywhere. A person comes into our lives, may...

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Dana, Mother of the Gods, Revered, Loved, Heart-felt, Myth or Legend? What matter is that?...

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Dana sits alone on the wooden dock she has fun throwing breadcrumbs to the hungry and excited ducks; they rush to catch them in droves so confident she won't hurt them unlike the other naughty kids who throw rocks scattering them through the big park... and spreading their wings they croak. Dana, try to keep those menacing boys away, tell them...

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Off Terra Firma sixteen weeks now. My legs take roots; my eyes become infinite. Past the Tropic of Cancer, the Lesser Antilles. Talk of brown skinned girls, Purple Clouds of Magellan. The Southern Cross peeking above the horizon at 18N°. Those first few nights I stared at the wrong stars in my confident knowing. A seabird landed on the...

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Dana A name for girls, Big true pearl, A kind of melody & music, Celtic goddess, Giving without seeking anything in return but more spiritual growth. Real poverty is the lack of spiritual wealth....

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There once was a girl named Dana Who wasn't from old Savannah She'd lived in Texas Till she and her nexus Moved east to Louisiana...

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Dana Dew I’m here; watching over you the way I always do. I wonder at times when I watch as you will always be my Dana Dew! How often you have spoken to me, wishing that somehow I could hear you. Honey; I have heard every word spoken and even those you thought. Things you don’t understand...

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Dear Dana, I'm sorry, For what I'm bout to say. There's no such thing as a clean break, Now I must go away. It's not that I don't love you, Cuz I swear to you I do, But it is time for you to fly, I cannot show you how to. I promise you did nothing wrong, But this will never work, Don't tell me...

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Too many times I gave into the pain, Too many times i've forgotten my name. I dwelled on what was never found, I've burried my heartaches in the ground. One day I planned to take my life, but you guys made my life so bright. No one knows how much I hurt, And how much I just hate this world. Now I show...

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