Dined Poems - Poems about Dined

... Search diligently until you find it and when you find it run a thousand miles and deliver it, do not hide it in the bushes or in the trees you must deliver it to thee, look out for the vagabonds ......

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... Our Cup is Overfull “Our cup is overfull, I can`t bear it,” Words that came out like a blast from the sky ......

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...In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light, hussily strewn, as oil painting life, exactly whispers secrets of easy night, spreading open dews, slappy cold earthy maw, bubbling crude, trefoil in t......

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..."I’m Still Here, And I Will Shake You" I’ve walked roads you wouldn’t whisper about. Where shadows don’t follow, they lead. Where the air tastes like sorrow and the silence presses like a loade......

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...During the surpossium I heard his voice as if he were talking only to me: she said, in a conversation with a group of women. You know how it is< everything is centered around gaining your atten......

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... There was an old man who marched in Belfast, wearing shamrocks danced to emerald past. On St. Patrick’s fancy day in ceilithe he dined by bay, saw the snakes slither s......

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...My mother likes blue cheese. She said it was an acquired taste, Only the most sophisticated, Dined on it’s musky scent. Though I hated blue cheese, I swallowed it down. Hard. Grotesque. There......

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... "Behold the man!" Pilate, Governor of Judea 26-37 CE. He had such a Longing Desire to share those Special Moments with them. He then rose from the table ......

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... In the corridors of a muddled mind, Within the condensation of a thick fog, I often find, A relapsed presence, a menopause In life, an uncertainty Of kind, Where good and evil dined. Po......

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...Sweet mother, Virginia Slim wedged between your fingers, that last light willed to die at the rig of a darkened room. You—half-goddess, half-ghost, pinioned in some still-life setting of tumb......

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...You stare at it from the outside wondering what is on the inside You read the forward and the acknowledgement, the first and last page and leave out the devil’s details; it has been sitting on the s......

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...Under the canopy of the silver crescent light, right before the ripe of night, basking in the mushroom embrace of twinkling stars, listening to crickets’ melancholic lullabies, before temporary death......

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... In Shallow Hours, graves are dug By words morose, Their hollow powers seem mundane, But are much worse. Being Lonely in a crowded room, With empty words Muttered by survivors; ......

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...My beloved late husband and I once strolled down Bourbon Street, on a mild winter's afternoon. The musicians enchanted the atmosphere, as sparrows lent their own songs. We dined on gumbo al fre......

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...Definite Dinah definitely doesn’t change her mind Ferociously feeling firm in all ideas, she will find Kids maneuver around her; she is not awfully kind When she bargains and barters, it is legall......

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