Fiord Poems - Poems about Fiord

...The blood of a patriot spreads Like the waves on an endless sea Though many a patriot dreads This is where they were meant to be There's blood on both banner and sword And blood on t......

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...From toothed alps to McKenzie High Country to hardwood alpine forest and fernland, there rises the jewel Aoraki out of the jagged ice age peaks so grand. And polar winds at its rock face......

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...Distant country The flat was on the third floor, flights of wooden stairs deep groves from generations of people going up and down in the living room, I sat down, had been away too long. The......

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...The Island There was an island where the fiord arms open and the ocean begins it was a nice little island with trees and a strip of sand for the boy to play he had no interest in swimmin......

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...Tired Angels He was a lucky man by his side angels walked or perhaps flittered a little jostling as they all wanted to be near him. Absentminded, he came near the fiord walked across. He was o......

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...The Avenue of Gastronomic Delight Down the broad avenue called Gastronomic Delight City life gathers when twilight awakens; In eateries, drive-ins, greasy spoons and taverns – jumpin’ joints j......

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...we're honored to carry you home in a simple pine chrysalis engraved with your verse... behind the procession lie the whorls of living pastels of decay... from all the chaos the soul will asce......

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...The World is a testing ground to burn out impurity, a forge of sorts, sorting out infermity. A Threshing floor of chaff and wheat. The bread of life consuming your choices as you eat. Of ......

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...37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’[a] 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘Love yo......

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...Black Christmas. I was bore while I was young, My word sound odd but strong, All match passes with different sooth and charms, Celebrating the feast of who was known a lamb, Was it a pleasant th......

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...Black Christmas. I was bore while I was young, My word sound odd but strong, All match passes with different sooth and charms, Celebrating the feast of who was known a lamb, Was it a pleasant th......

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...Land Is A Loom I sailed the fiord like inlets between Powell River and Drury Inlet. The land itself spoke from mountains, torents, islet From bird song and bear splashing fishers From rutting mo......

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...The countless flights of noisy seagulls seem like my days once idled away, sitting by the ocean appeasing the relentless loneliness of my blues... beyond that horizon, so traveled by ships, anothe......

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...She is consumed from the fires of her afflictions Riddling her mind with chaotic tunes and depictions. Following the signs to new inscriptions She ventures through this valley gorge Coming to......

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...To reign in your fire to bask in your light must be a pleasure denied me tonight the light in your eyes still shows me the way it doesn't grow dimmer just farther away when you raise......

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