Gilt Poems - Poems about Gilt

..."Every sunrise gives you a new beginning and a new ending." Norton Juster **************************************************************** Sunrise at Ear......

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... In the onyx darkness of night, on faint forest path out of sight, I need to walk with no worry. I seek God’s blessings to guide me. I’ve lost the track of time drawn deep, in fai......

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...I don't know any happy super rich people -- a friend of wealth once told me: "See all this, a huge property and home, dripping gold gilt, "I have nothing...." I thought, myself spared leav......

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...Stone clad hotels and banks, stone-faced facades. Stone monuments carved by old money. The stone-poor have no stone history, they will leave no archeology to be excavated and raised. Their th......

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... On the wings of southern wind I flew over the tinted valley of flowers, till I reached the yonder plateau, bathed in the bright sunshine shower. The panorama of autumn I could see on the col......

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...Windswept, the rows of leaves descent. Bereft the bare of toppling dreamt. The lamb of fluffiness gives clue. A pram does shake with laughter coo. The revenue of shapes and hues, For heaven sw......

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... When it is Time to Reflect When the sparkling shine of spring spreads on earth It is time for flowers to take new bir......

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... "I am no more witch than you are; and if you take away my life, God will give you blood to drink." —Sarah Good, July 19, 1692, before her execution during the Salem witch trials I tell mysel......

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...She's a vision in a gilt frame 'fore the weary man he became. He hears a sweet Spanish guitar. Slumber takes him to days afar. Through misty time, he hears his name. ......

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...'Old Mother Twitchett had but one eye, And a long tail which she let fly; And every time she went through a gap, A bit of her tail she left in a trap.' Old Mother Twitchett' wasn't always old......

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...When your mind has roots in poverty all riches bend and wilt The fleeting gold the moment holds — no more than fading gilt (Dreamsleep: June, 2024) ......

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...Patrick, Pearl and Phillip were fond siblings, in halcyon days of fairy tales; Long beloved of Mother and Father, like beloved ballads of all nightingales. Father was a successful tailor,......

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...He lived on a beautiful, rural farm, back in fond, good old days of yore, With his parents and two brothers; like sun's going in and out the door. He had always adored the color blue, so ......

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...Am I fitful, fluctuating, fluid? thin compass waver as I jubilantly weave lilac tree vignettes that weep or chortle, rainbow figment curtain rashly wished upon in grain smudge zephyr garne......

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...Idyllic reverie during break of day May today bring unbridled bliss delivered courtesy sunshine kissed giving Midas a run for his money. When the last trace of night evaporates analogous t......

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