Garbed Poems - Poems about Garbed

...The world is filled with wondrous sights majestic falls, Aurora’s lights. Some wondrous structures men have made have passed the test and made the grade. The natural world with wonders filled ......

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...Said the Heifer to the Ox: “O‘ sorry Ox, How terrible to work your heavy yoke, All day to wheel around that grinding spoke!” She lay lazy in the shade of nearby rocks. But Ox plowed onwards. ......

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... By his hand was grown a forest trees aligned as fence posts trunks accentuated lavender and blue, but not as a spruce and purple strokes, not disguised as prose in a woodland cut short in pro......

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... Etched in Stone In the soothing serene silence of a shining summer day Strolling along a lonely alley laid in black stones Bordered on both sides with verdant ......

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...A Sunday Morning A small group of women slowly approach a tomb hewed from a local hill. A bright rising sun begins to peek over the horizon as the first day of the new week dawns. The ......

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...They massed on the square, The army of the masses. Fists clenched, Brandishing few swords And few guns. Not garbed in combat gears Chanting war chants. They advanced upon The fighting forc......

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...faint essence exudes gentle generosity I’m swept by your scent carnival raiment gorgeously garbed in motley I’m lost in your charms following each leaf landing lightly down below ......

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...I see the luminosity of morning's twilight emerging on the periphery of my panoramic view where it gradually evolves garbed in gray and red clouds strewn across the horizon as embroidery ......

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...Mary was ten and she adored flowers, and she had three pretty sisters; But, she never could make a garden grow; like stars, losing jade glitter. Sisters Sarah, Martha and Alice spoiled Ma......

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...I dreamt I was in a church, I was walking up to the candlelit altar. There were clergy garbed in vestments, whether they were Catholic or Episcopal, I don't recall. A mourning Mass was about to ......

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...Good-gesture greenthumb gatherers gleaned grain, gargantuan granary, grower's great goodwill greeting, gazillion grade-schoolers, grownups, gingham-garbed grandmother's, grievous growling guts g......

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...I was a productive, proficient painter, long captivated by the manifold colors, An infinite parade of hues and intensities, like tales of a thousand summers. I worked daily at this irresistible p......

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...The following scenario occurred via the guest sharing with me when I was managing the front desk at a hotel in San Francisco, fronting Union Square. I found his morals promising and c......

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...I shudder at the thought of each day giving way to night for I know they will arrive garbed in thin veils of white Through windows ghosts fly, though they're closed tight Moaning my name u......

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...Beyond boundaries, beyond humdrum of human race, Beyond provinces mundane, among mysteries of space, There is a realm of thriving wonderment, an idyllic place, A place of peace and goodwill, hosti......

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