Forefingers Poems - Poems about Forefingers

... do not be afraid GO ! MY BELOVED YOU are the CENTRE OF CREATION so go c r e a t e see these children in my EMBRACing Prote......

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...This is a poem written by my mother, under her, "nom de plume", Genevieve St. Cyr. The mechanical bird covered with diamonds, sings only waltzes until the insides give way, and the sound of ......

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...THE DUNNY BRUSH It has been here since modern sewerage was begun and each water closet usually has at least one. But to get a participant to use it, can really be a chore. Most folk will use the ......

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...I heard a knock-knocking on the door. It was my childhood self, visiting my adult life. What had I achieved? it asked, and where had I been? Was pay equal yet? it wanted to know, is heaven sti......

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...I never know what to say when he calls me beautiful. There is nothing pretty about counting calories or thinking about my bathroom floor every time I get stressed and anyway it's never enough. ......

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...headland harbored primitive biota abut mint for exotic sole terrain sustaining sole terrain sustaining seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova , et cetera gut preserv......

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...I have never laid eyes on him And still I know every curve Every edge of coastline of his body… I know the way his hands feel As they move joyfully Over my breasts… I know what it feels like T......

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...On sunny summer mornings the myriad markers gleam and shimmer dreamlike in the distance. Visions from the stillness rise, but only of the past, for in this place, time has come to sudden end......

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... dodoitsu series (rhymed) Winter is taking the reins speeding past days of autumn - Jack Frost smears the windowpanes forefingers and thumb. You who have no house to own, too proud ......

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...I bent over to touch my toes and the ground tore open like a backbone. I tried to feed myself the sky; to splice my tearducts into the universe so that, when the pavement cr......

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...Like the gate-crashing sun In a shower of rain They walk into the arena With forefingers engaged with ......

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...A tip of an iceberg or the passion in a volcano. Legions of dread and fear held back in reign. Beauty, holding the past and present together. Lush black orientation of that pretty face. A witch......

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