Fe Poems - Poems about Fe

Ever since I left you the sky has been too narrow and the light too heavy and I inhabit the flatlands like an exile, dreaming of the Blood of Christ mountains and mesquite. The scent of silver sage is the perfume you wore the day you seduced me as I wandered your streets with my soul still echoing from canyon walls, and the hush hadn’t yet left...

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When Joe was young he had tonsilitis In grade school he developed bronchitis Later, elbow bursitis And Colitis,...

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The Santa Fe Trail The expanse is awe striking ...

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“Santa Fe” Santa Fe, Santa Fe, Oh Santa Fe, Take me home to Santa Fe. Where mountain peaks Are bathed in gold. Where artists and seekers Come to unfold. Where natives live in ages past Stair step terra-cotta Rise on desert floors. Where artists come to paint and play Calling all to Santa Fe Dream maker’s dreams Come true in the Travertine Aisles of Canyon Road. Take...

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Auto-da-fé at Plaza Major Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats. A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine that failed to quench the civil mob. Above the birthday cake façade, the pink and cerise porticoes, the heavenly-frocked casements, the stucco - a tiered sibilance rises where the throng in a sportive sweat, begets its feverish...

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In the middle of the river stood a bear all aquiver In anticipation of his first meal of the Spring Just a ways away was fisher man from Santa Fe Who had sworn to bring his wife the very same thing There was a salmon down the stream that fit both the dreamers' dream And she was comin' hard with...

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Fé Na vida e nos negócios hoje e sempre plante a fé colha a esperança A fé é uma arvore, de dois troncos que crescem juntos; num dá esperança noutro dá progresso. Plante a fé Progrida sempre faça hoje e sempre; sempre, um pouco e muito a mais....

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What would I do if there were only one of me and not this raucous house on sky high stilts shouting Fe Fi Fo Fum rooster proud and peacock pitchy like Baba Yaga, with her chicken legs but many more mice, and they are all writing this poem from inside a giants eye? What if this was my last brew, last blow, last blathering? What...

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“On The Atchison Topeka And The Santa Fe” This song is rolling round in my brain today The Modernaires or Pied Pipers Which group were the blighters That made us sing along in a hap hap happy way...

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Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats. A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine failed to quench the civil mob. Above the birthday cake façade,the pink and cerise porticos, the heavenly-frocked casements, the stucco - a tiered sibilance rises were the throng, in a sportive sweat, begets its feverish desires. The accused stand center-stage, as...

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The rocky desert was searing red, And the sky was lapis lazuli When thundering hooves and swirling dust Brought grimy, grim men fast riding by. Their looks and their mien were vulturine With dark eyes that were as hard as stone. ‘Twas easy to see it was risky To be riding this bleak land alone. I held my peace and stayed in...

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death in the classrooms nine students and one teacher Death blithe attitude 5/18/2018 https://abcnews.go.com/US/active-shooter-incident-santa-fe-high-school-texas/story?id=55258606 Drowning Dreams School-Shootings heard sounds of children singing under the golden colorful rainbow snap sounds of bullets flying prayed that they all found cover terrified to death approached the open window there was no one there shells shattering nightmares haunt strangling tight around my throat Copyright © Eve Roper 4/5/2018 We're only 12 weeks...

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Stance like the rock,graced with rigidity and pride, Indifferent Moist: Faith. Faith is a substance of Proof, Actions hidden by hearts rule. Innate fluid flowing in the vein, Traversing the heart,fueling the rein. Health of dying hope. Faith is that strong stampede rope, Attracting with force,unseen promises. Inversing worry,deleting Vices. The joy in mocking rages of waves, Halting deceit,rekindling fire of grace. For so long had it been...

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We met in the airport in Denver Just a beer and a martini dry She said she was leavin' some cowboy And she had not a tear in her eye Her story was old as the mountains Loved a man that's the wanderin' kind She ordered another martini As she started to leave him behind She belonged in the arms Of a man with...

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“On The Atchison Topeka And The Santa Fe” This song is rolling round in my brain today Was it the Modernaires or Pied Pipers Which group were the blighters That made us sing along in a hap hap happy way...

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