Fidgeted Poems - Poems about Fidgeted

...PAINTBRUSH Fingertips the bristles of a pagan paintbrush painting a Tree of Life on pacified cheekbones instead of in liver from whence it sprung now it burns to feed HeartSpace with wi......

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...If I were a Victorian naturalist I would have pinned bugs in their boxed cabinets and tabulated them all, because where I place favored items they must belong there in perpetuity. I......

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...Willie Winkie lived in a land of magic, in the region called Butterfly Haven; For Willie was a diminutive elf, like the violet blossoms, of purple fixation. Willie and his beloved wife, E......

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... The space is smaller than what was measured by memory, the stained glass windows much less vibrant compared to what glowed brightly in the light of back then. The pews have been worn down ......

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... The atmosphere was alive and palpable, surreal really as the aegean blue of electrons after a summer downpour, where the crickets take a short reprieve to zen the petrichor. ......

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...We children gathered around the table. The aromas were rich and dense, we fidgeted. But we had one last thing to do - before we began the feast. We all, in our places, held hands, smiling, as my......

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...It was gentle enough for a chasm or aperture, A vast hollow place where peace resonated. When we finished, the views were saturated. Its roar ruins us, wiping all sight of the reckoner......

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...This morning as I sat down to write Something in my mind didn’t seem right, I put on my glasses to improve my sight I couldn’t seem to find my favorite site, I fidgeted and fussed and......

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...He wriggled and squirmed, Like a demented worm. Fidgeted and fumbled, Grimaced and grumbled, He jiggled and jived, Contorted and writhed, Kept saying Arrr, Like a wasp in a jar. He was out of......

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...The jelly beans of polished stones Are lined up on the windowsill Of our kitchen Melting on the winter tongue Of January’s narrow sun Collected by my daughter And devoured by her special ca......

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...Look into the camera the mighty space man said. Jon’s Cat was hypnotized, clobbered in the head. We are taking over, honey, the alien said with a chuckle. Jon’s Cat was mad. He wanted to give the ......

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...Life Eternal Her fingers were speckled like brown chickens eggs. They felt both hard and soft, sticks in tissue paper. Her veins were ruptured; rivers on a decaying landscape. The......

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...truth light traverses the dark false with its pre-gained victory fidgeted ignorance losses to reach saturating zenith of peace catastrophic mockery is a curse to human generation......

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...I have a little story to tell you ... it's absolutely true, of course, at least as far as I'm concerned, but you can take it as you wish - as a tale, a fact, or just the musings of a hack writer - no......

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...The bricks were sweating, nervous. Icy slime had soaked his coat-sleeve, much to his disgust. Tall baulks of formless timber seemed to climb towards the bulbous shadows. Guido, trussed an......

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