Expunging Poems - Poems about Expunging

...A fair pile of graded kindling and fresh limbs. Wooden spring, deep brooding in each fiber, the damp air won't help. White fire, a searing brain, a taxing task, omni-repetitive, still remains at o......

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... I once made a stranger bleed out from his eyes After transcribing his skeleton, and then reading His scratched-up bones back to him. I was thirteen when it happened, English class When I fi......

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...I used to like barbells, enjoyed pumping iron, my Nautilus* gym was one happy environ. Those posters of 6-packs and marbled biceps inspired me to start counting carbs, pounds, and reps. M......

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...History, forgotten element of man`s life Adage of forgiving and forgetting Messing and proceeding on the solemn assembly Expunging and blotting life-long terribly but carefully committed and cove......

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... Icicles hang on the edges Silence creeping into the conversation Revealing the boredom of this skirt Tendrils of frozen water suspended On hearts, hopes and dreams Moonlight flickers......

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...It feels sadly ironic, and unwise, to focus healthcare on digestive system deliveries to feed and water our bodies And underinvest, too rarely applaud and enrich nurturing nutrition commun......

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...Winter sheds Her dander upon a frigid breeze, releasing flakes of white. Like soft, feathery down, they silently settle on everything in sight. Ice crystals glittering in their daz......

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...Turkish Poetry Translations I Ben Sana Mecburum: "You are indispensable" by Attila Ilhan translation by Nurgul Yayman and Michael R. Burch You are indispensable; how can you not know tha......

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...Ben Sana Mecburum: “You are indispensable” by Attila Ilhan translation by Nurgul Yayman and Michael R. Burch You are indispensable; how can you not know that you’re like nails riveting my brain......

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...Ben Sana Mecburum by Attila Ilhan translation by Nurgul Yayman and Michael R. Burch You are indispensable; how can you not know that you’re like nails riveting my brain? I see your eyes as eve......

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...Today December 27 two thousand nineteen Start time: at sixteen minutes after seven o'clock post meridian End time: nine minutes after nine o'clock post meridian. Where the outer limits as Gu......

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...The Tender Weight of Her Sighs by Michael R. Burch The tender weight of her sighs lies heavily upon my heart; apart from her, full of doubt, without her presence to revolve around, found want......

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...(unsettled conscience beckons expunging) Upon espying aesthetically pleasing lass (considerably younger than me), middle aged ma'am, or classy older woman impetuousness overtakes rationality c......

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...Spindleshanks Ain't No Legend... But sits here donned in his foreign aged (not so lovely) bag of bones barely functioning surviving, but by skin off his teeth, (which explains dentures) regret......

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...ARE YE GOING TO MARRY THAT WITCH OF A DAME - Counterfeiting the CANTICLE by T. Wignesan (With self-lacerating apologies and scathing penance to that great troubador medieval English poet who lo......

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