Globes Poems - Poems about Globes

Inspired by a scene between two colleagues and close friends, Kai and Alex, portrayed by the fierce and gorgeous Samantha Richelle and the wonderful and interesting Christian Kane. They're establishing what's really important to each of them, including each other. The subtext is subtle and sweet. I love the line said by Alex: "...these people...

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Go ahead snow, have at it Fall away There's a woman who I Iove And I want to see the day When we both sit and watch you Silent, hand in hand Her head upon my shoulders Wouldn't it be grand? To cozy by the fire To sip some Scottish tea To listen to her heartbeat To hold her close to me To...

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Among the flowers in the field She stands taller than the rest Beautiful, magnificent Spirit filled with zest Stunningly attractive No one else comes close And I would walk around the world Just to give to her a rose...

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Six Days of Christmas On the first day of Christmas my MP had for free: A partridge with all the trimmings. It didn’t come from Aldi On the second day of Christmas my MP had on me: Two vintage Champagnes, a partridge with all the trimmings And nothing came from Aldi On the third day of Christmas my MP had on...

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This Time Last Month A customer Opens door Bell lets out two rings That smell of books Telescopes Globes and other things. Travel guides Atlases Maps strewn everywhere Customer Breaks fourth wall Speaks as if you're there: "I got upset when I first heard this shop was closing down. I don't have any reason now to pass this way to town. I mean - Just look! It's beautiful! I don't know...

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Little Globe Grow me a planet I want a moon Followed by a Saturn Real ones but small To fit inside my pocket Got my own worlds In my palm...

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While Watching Golden Globes Probably are watching the Golden Globes; Long dangling earrings hanging from lobes; No hims and haws; Only loud applause; Delightful entertainers were there in droves. Jim Horn...

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Remembrances lead to longing for souls once united in time long ago still precise in memory now only in far distant accounts long closed unreachable and compartmentalized without any semblance to reality like snowflakes hypnotic white illusions of distorted reflections untouchable The predictable heart in relentless wandering overlooks and overcomes while foreboding and hope battle for dominance with...

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A portly partridge, a kale coloured koala and a lecherous lion were climbing up a snow covered precipice in a first gear shake. The beating of the engine spike of deathly chills and the iced tipped trees stood erect and only spoke once a day in such adverse weather conditions. Timed well was the trotting...

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A nice young man in a nice crisp blouse is rifling through papers as we speak. Somewhat undisturbed it is imperative that he reaches the halls at the correct time. For all is structured and nothing is made out of toleration born out of stagnation anyway. Under a identified roof a role is preplanned and...

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A very mystified mood is felt by a salt waltzing throughout grounds. Fading away from the makers of this song and dance and. And up and up is to verify a code. Such amazing wisdom. Duchess of duck in a cyclone whirling around quacks loudly. But a London bus is very very busy. With shrews,...

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All them famous, very gorgeous Shining knights and splendid damsels Some of them in big distress… Showing dresses, shoes, toxedos Bow ties and current trends… All them talking, saying nothing That pertains to common folk… Everyday diurnal struggles… Still amusing and worth watching Fascinating gorgeous damsels… Shining knights in bow ties…...

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I watched the Golden Globes And learned who everybody wore. I wonder who that information Might be stated for. It’s not like most of us will run To find a matching dress. If it’s couture, it costs much more That most folks earn, I guess. Yet still, it’s fun to criticize Or ogle and admire And try to picture being dressed In similar attire: The gown, the...

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Watching the summers final shoot Seaside vewing my scenes blotted Lines taking an exhausted breath... Thinking in a sigh tis vacation time Eight months and rewrites; telefax Over budget; signing notes a photo....

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An arrangement to place upon the shelf, these orbs of light.... While your eyes avert toward the skies, beyond the brilliant blue Smiling, as the encompassing sun, winks and waves at you Pointing unto these astonishing places, creations stories of here and there "Saying, don't miss this~go see that~and, breathe, in the air...." Capturing butterflies, as they flutter all about,...

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