Garb Poems - Poems about Garb

...One day I rode my bicycle out to the countryside, where, the air was still, and trees stood tall in a row. Their scent, a fragrance I had known long ago, made me ponder of our fading culture and ......

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... Of all her fasioned intruge, oh how it seems...her longing to be a star Of lace and draped garb she wears a trinket of charm And gives all she has to capture a dream With po......

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...“He rescues those whose spirits are crushed.” Psalm 34.14 NLT **************************************************************** Hanging on for Dear Life ......

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...Our Ancient Prophet In a city of steel and glass, where neon signs blaze bright, Our prophet (PBUH) walks among the shadows of the night. His eyes hold ancient wisdom, his steps a timeless grace......

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...“What is he, this lordling, that cometh from the fight?” by William Herebert, 14th century translation by Michael R. Burch Who is he, this lordling, who staggers from the fight, with blood-red ......

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...These are nature poems about unusual plants like the moonflower and agave. Moonflower by Michael R. Burch after Robert Hayden Marveling, we at last beheld the achieved flower— both aw......

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...Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat... who suffered cuts by a thousand knives. Even as old (dish) married (spooning) curmudgeon, who receives social security disability linke......

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...In the firmament, a frosty supply. Winter whitening, within, without, high. Each flake in brand new cookie cutter shape. Meek congregates, quickening the landscape. Base, torso, head - togeth......

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...A hex, a spell, a whispered barb A curse, a lie, a witches garb Behold the depth of darkness falls And closes in on these four walls The stone is cold beyond the touch The rats roam freely fro......

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...GLORIFIED STREET NUISANCE Fumbling fingers falter, failing to fasten firmly. Fine fabric falls, flapping feebly for all to see. Trousers tumble, torn from their trusty tether. Tumbling to the t......

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... Autumn Leaves When leaves in the midst of trees change their hues Turning to a sweet palette of colours ......

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...Last time I saw Greg Richardson, my fellow newborn younger brother-in-Christ Jesus. He wanted me to write "something on the darker side about howling demons." And I promised to write about what a......

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...In summer’s soft embrace, petunias prance, Their velvet skirts entwined in breezy waltz. But autumn’s breath, a whispered, wistful trance, Now leads them to their final, fading waltz. The butte......

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...In the depths of self, a shadow dances on the edge of my consciousness, Whispering promises of power and glory, an unrecognized god in demonic garb, I feel it pulsing in my veins, like an undergrou......

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...We lived happily beneath thatched roofs Feasting merrily on simple fare Dressed in familiar, humble garb At peace in our unrefined ways. Oh, how I miss those old days When we walked miles j......

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