Hassock Poems - Poems about Hassock

...My hands will glow, rising higher, ebbing and flowing with the gold-glass sea. Herald of angels in our midst as we kiss the feet of Christ. For the earth is His hassock. My soles will rejoi......

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...Dust motes dancing through glancing light, refracted through stained glass windows, bright. The smell of old pine and communion wine lingers, wax polish and roses from grieving widows fingers. A ......

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...Bumblebee stumbled like a drunk crossing dry leaf ground and made for overhanging plant where sun patch had been found. Climbing flower like mountain face bee reached his summit peak, there pa......

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...This is a pickle so I'll bear-and-grin it It's my very own pickle got me IN it It was always sweet with pickle power But all these wrappings make it sour Perhaps you'll get the urge to peel i......

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...What on her disgruntle to sidetrack my dear love- When by all means all hers are the mainspring of my joy? Her face; yea, hers, is the mellow effulgence of moon That sweeps away malaise out of my ......

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...In our neighborhood, moved a hermetic man named Nit who was gross, unseemly, and unbearable, The neighbors sent me to see if I could muster up something about him that was care-able. I sat down on ......

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...there's magic in dogs of summer, unbridled love of every odor, snapping greedily at buzzing flies, running amok in sweet grass and sky, eyebright, they call the world to play rough games o......

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...I blow the feathery brown corpse of a moth gently off the window sill misting gray rain outside adds to the pallor of the moment I think to myself - everything is dying around me and my life to......

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...Night after night, the hassock in my room, the only safe haven against the bale anguish of times reminding me of happin......

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...As I sat the serene waves were evocative of those pleasant days, The setting sun made the myriad memories come alive, The waves to and forth: encircling my legs like meanders asking questions in ......

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