Hemmed Poems - Poems about Hemmed

Born into a culture, conditioned by belief, we pray as we are told, deepening delusion, from birth till we grow old. Born into a culture, following ritual, we trust the holy book but if we pause to think, we’ll see we were mistook. Born into a culture, we’re habituated to feeling we are right and all others are wrong but have we seen the light? Born into a...

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The sky has climbed over its usual low cloud cover, today it is high, blue and vertical with no hand holds, those places for the eye to cling to. In the city we don't get 'big sky' we get pencil thin shafts that sweep the dust off ledges, we have foot-slogging staircases and elevations. where the sky cannot rise beyond one last viewless window. Far below upon those...

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Scale mosaic tail lays gracefully draped over rock Sumptuous hip width to skin graduates Saturated waist trailing tendrils touched by moss Silk mermaid nautical languor eminates Sorrow in inhibit, love's absence induces her sobs Vanguard calmly addresses the depths with probe Weaving seemlessly amongst seaweed Gentle marina mistress, Clementine reserves hope For a qualified merman, in love succeed Tugged subtly by tides of...

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Jack's wife went and burnt his favorite stew He came home, kissed her, said: "Honey, what's new?" Poor Jane hemmed and she hawed Then husband Jack guffawed Asked: "So what is it that smells like a shoe?"...

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Sat Chit Ananda being the limit of expressing the inexpressible absolute reality whilst resident within boundaries of space-time, we fail to comprehend this symbolised understanding in the clear light of unwavering awareness without assimilating the experience. The letting go of to get to remains the impediment. The map is not the terrain. Veil lifts, clear...

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I’m still in Cascais Waiting to go home to my house in Algarve 30 years since the Berlin wall came down with the help Of Russia let us not forget this. In the meantime, many more walls have been built Mainly in Israel, a program on the TV didn’t mention this We don’t like to say anything upsetting. The wall between me...

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HERRINGBONE HEMMED Surely she was a tailor born Altering me with her alluring nature And silken thread coaxed through the eye of a needle Each stitch rich in rewards of grandeur Every inch sewn by a hand with instinctual care And woven when the woman willed it so I stood before her as she measured my frame Precision was of her primary concern As...

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HERRINGBONE HEMMED Surely she was a tailor born Altering me with her alluring nature And silken thread coaxed through the eye of a needle Each stitch rich in rewards of grandeur Every inch sewn by a hand with instinctual care And woven when the woman willed it so I stood before her as she measured my frame Precision was of primary concern As her...

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