Goblets Poems - Poems about Goblets

... tactical rainbows a fresco to p a i n t red berets, blue berets rainbows are tactic F R E E Madiba and Fidel play chess upstairs glass goblets t ......

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...I have lived under towering skies, in the shadow of cold, silent laws, Never bowing beneath their absolute powers and their flaws, I sought not the blazing storms in their crystal goblets of might,......

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...AMNIOTIC FLUID I am your amniotic fluid imbibe me I am your amniotic fluid I nourish you implode me impetuously lengthen laugh stre......

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...February is a love song composed on the mood of spring in the tempo of a Christmas waltz, modulating to estival embraces— recapitulating vernal feelings when autumn falls. February is a......

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...Sappho Translations XV by Michael R. Burch Gaia, rainbow-crowned, garbs herself in myriad hues. (168c) We ran like fawns from the symposium: me, Cleis and reckless Gongyla. (168d) Destiny is......

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...Petals falling from unseeded bud opened by a midnight sun sparkling it to love then vanishing to return on its course in candle lights stolen star to star unmindful of ice pellets teari......

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...The gift of life is a wondrous thing. Before aches and pains the onset of age bring, Feast on the glories, God has set, In goblets filled for man to taste. Fill your heart with the ......

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...Under the curtain of night, where stars murmur ancient enigmas, Dwell the true metaphysicians, hidden among excess and hedonism, Through the extension of senses, through the martyrdom of their desi......

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...The Room of the Unrequited By Roger White That evening, stillness permeated the lavender-scented room. Dusk crept through the windows smudged by oily fingers, The day’s twilight left a dull u......

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...I've toiled in shadows, my hands calloused and worn, Laboring silently, my spirit tattered and torn. For the promise of pennies, I've bent my back low, While the masters of plenty reap what I sow.......

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...In a never sleeping metropolis, In the dungeon of a room, My days and nights are locked! I am a traveler on a street, with no end in sight, But just the bustle of the moving crowd, And a handfu......

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...SPHINX STONE I am Sphinx Stone Sun stationed statue silent sculptured synoptic not marble or granite nor black tourmaline or crystal sapphire quartz vortex for Void actualising sacred a......

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...Poetry is a drug, mixed in the alchemy of the night, An elixir of never-ending dreams, the bitter drink of wandering souls, Poured into the empty goblets of thirsty minds, And it flows, softly, th......

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...In moments of limerence my heart does long, for the haven of love where potions are strong. A land of passion and rosy dreams, purple roses and milky streams. Where lovers are welcomed with open ......

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... “Let my heart be still a moment and let this mystery explore” Edgar Allen Poe. Flutter dear heart Let this mystery start Of ......

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