Harper Poems - Poems about Harper

Who cares who calls How to handle balls? Kidding bidding close near Sweet woman lovely dear Slow fast flickering flame Adult star tacky sesame......

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There once was a dog we called Harper, Not nary a dog could be sharper, She basks in the sun, Until the days done, Then curls up on your lap once it’s darker. Written with my daughters during our lunch break as we admired our sweet dog Harper!...

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red sun flares bay-sky silhouette vine maple selfie race down beach 1/23/2020...

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My keys are my ticket to independence, My phone is contact to everyone I need, My identity proof is necessary for recovery, My PCs are my words that I have written, making me more than I am and more than I’ll be, My coat will keep me warm throughout the nights, My photoframe has all my memories of people, still, and unchanged,...

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I remember when birds were just plain birds, and ducks were the birds that swam in the lake. Binoculars were tools for seeing ballet; heavy, clumsy, hard to control focus. Once taught to listen for the call, cheep, bzzt, and search in the direction for motion I never went back to being blind, lost to flutters, fannies, eye rings, and beaks. Color important...

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The mirage of yesterday shimmers over today, pearly, dulcet, raining over sunshine memory with an allure of tones chanted as poetry. Nonverbal cues, squawks, screams, cheeps, brush my ears over the crash of waves and the stolen whispers of conversation I share with you. If I pivot toward today, six feet gained in earthquake, large uplifted seashore, risen like spires at my...

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All those talks we had, your breath smoky. All those plans we had to someday meet. And then I felt the fear turning my legs icy while we climbed toward the sky’s craggy peaks. Were you safe didn’t matter compared to gloom and encapsulating castle with weird turrets. I knew you by the peeled bark bared to bloody red, all cork removed...

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My name is my name if you please, my first name is Sheri as nickname, my second name is my maiden name, father given, kept as middle name. and they work so well together, the SF initials highlighting my genre of writing of future dreams and invention, so sorry to say, I'm only my name plus my husband's taken for my wedding. I'd make...

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Translation of " Bury Me in a Free Land " by Frances E. W. Harper (Homage to Frances Ellen Watkins HARPER, the First Black Lady of America, 1825 - 1911, Orphan, Poet, Novelist, Civil Rights Activist, Public Speaker, Suffragette, whose memorable lines of subdued indignation arise from controlled passions of the never-daunted Soul.) Enterrez-moi dans un pays...

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Blank face with scythe drips sand like frozen blood cut from my veins a tithe for my trouble, slammed door a choir of entreaty, all poor like the life sap cut, a dud. How many you demand blythe shrugs, with a heart's thud thud demanding youth, live lithe, when demanded I gave galore listing softly now, my life outpours but your face, blank, still, no good....

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Once a boy now a man Morgan Harper Knavery had a plan ...

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I know that I can't be there to help you through your pain But. my arms are still around you as the tears go down your face . Each time my heart is beating I pat you lightly when you cry , to let you know how much your papa and I love you each day that...

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A Century have days gone by Since you last saw the sun did rise, Embattled weary and forlorn Another push for King and all. You’d seen smiles and tears Dreamt and had wishes for all too few years Now little you’d realise that on this day The soul of yours be taken away. The whistle shrill once again, Onto a plane of mud and...

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WITH APOLOGIES TO MISS HARPER LEE By Roy Merritt It's a sin to kill a mocking bird According to Miss Harper Lee But I'm afraid I'll have to say I hardily disagree Because you know them birds They're a pain in the rear And if you don't believe that Just one of them go near Or even close to their nest...

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A man being a vocal host But he is a legend from coast to coast The voice behind the “Quiet Storm” A night to sit back and relax Forget your day, this is a night to be not perplexed Music to put you in the mood A Full Moon night, but harmony and tone that would make you soothe Vaughn Harper being...

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