Hemispheres Poems - Poems about Hemispheres

and a switch flicks who are you he asks it should be me asking who are you until the switch flicks back to . . . fuddled hours gone are the simplest things a crayon in a box of pens then that switch and it’s who are you I want to go home but in truth it’s who are you as now a foreign...

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December, as the winter solstice dances in the sky, cheery children's voices echo "Christmas joy is nigh." No longer is it summer in the Northern hemisphere, as magic snowdrops whisper, “Wintertime is here.’’ The sky’s a sea of cosmic lights, diamonds of the cold, casting down on virgin snow a silver shadow bold. As winter’s kiss with brutal love caresses lips...

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dusty drips drooling inky lits lurching felon fits fostering callous contractions cupping Haggard how hankering oily oceans assembling nocturnal nature nimbling fiery feelings seducing airy allotment amputating bounty pulses puncturing severed seals smirking damp dark dancing multifarious means metamorphosing all transcending tottering. 20:01:19:09:18...

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Whole loves and half lives listen to this rain dripping tears on green leafed pachysandra while, underneath our shared EarthSoul, roots systematically suck up water shared with thirsty insect habitats not saved from starving lovely lives. Amour half evilly named in emotional womanly royal courtyards full of raining tears from ***** minstrels and curious fools in dickless fawning France Romance Love also supports emotionally intelligent health positive energy to ensure...

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I left barefoot to reach you. So far, of stones, Barefoot, just to reach you before sunrise. Walls loaded of mildew, Turgid back coat, I can’t underpin myself, not even to touch them Is easy, I’ll build a house, sometime from fir wood. You are sleeping so far away! You wouldn’t see when barefoot I shall swarm Trough pinnacle, barefoot on the endless column to hit...

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The artists drawing an intense picture with astral aspect We feel it and it does deeply affect and touch us. If the artist was balanced when he or she drew it Like the Egyptian cultures with its hieroglyphs. It’s the third eye in fact the dormant pineal gland That resides between the two hemispheres of the brain. *In War of the...

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Two hemispheres wrinkled by the past – profound inheritance of bygone generations. And if they sleep – in dreams out of the dust beasts in the light appear in creation. The Good looks at itself into a looking glass – it cannot see the troubles come – out of the mirror The Evil looks at last and to...

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