Hewn Poems - Poems about Hewn

... If the moon should disappear, And the sea forget her sway, Would you still walk beside me, When the stars have lost their way? Would the tides grow still and hollow, Would the cliffs no long......

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...While walking with intrusion upon the light of morn I stumbled across a field of thorns The ghastly things were everywhere Standing erect and poised without a care The field was devoid of other......

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...A mate of Musk, I’m told I’m going soon (if NASA still exists, this side of June): the lack of oxygen might make me swoon - my rear end is as puckered as a prune! I feel I ought to leave a happy ......

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... Hunger for perfectly placed punga path Snakes surely slowly..garlanded scarf Turns & rakes fern festooned forest floor Sun dappled glade, bathed and swathed Glorious green sheens in ......

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... “Concrete Hearts, the Deep End Keys and the Miniaturist's Poetry of Sleep” Following the Babel paths, where footprints progress like rough-hewn braille, temptation shows i......

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...If poetry channels our anger and sorrow Who then will want to write it tomorrow And will joy and contentment stifle its future? And what will become of our stays and culture? I say poetry has b......

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...A scenic blue are ocean’s crested waves with tufts of white that spill in feathered sprays amidst the troughs and valleys of the sea. Will time or tempest bring God back to me? Horizons hold n......

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...I stand on leaves, dead My toes entwine skeletal remains of shells, bones, limbs and all stuff, dead. I sleep on cotton sewn from cotton buds, dead. My bed is hewn from trees sawn up, dead. The ......

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... “The Juniper Prize: Between the Known and the Unknown” That man built a house of straw and sticks and the stories that burned within - all consuming the titled prize; ......

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... In the splendorous sky of my ardent heart, shimmering with lazuline glow of indigo art, as you gleamed like the tinsels of the moon, I tried to absorb your sapphire sheen hewn, but ......

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...Prosperity proved no defense against the years or changing fates writ in the stars - nor masters of arms foresaw the weapons that unseated their lineages, leaving only ghostly bones where legions ral......

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...Slowly a subdued group of people, some sobbing carried A lifeless body along the stone paved path.' Despite their Tears and grief stricken denial mindset, the burial must Take place, the processio......

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...I followed the beams beneath the cloud dotted expanse Dissolving into the earth like the glittering of morning sun Just beyond the weathered cedar planks, notes of crisp juniper invigorate my sens......

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...(“Dark Pool of Light Nebula”, 2011, original oil) The Space of Dreams The space of dreams is a mysterious place. Where exactly is it? Some would quickly say Only within the neural nets......

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... Frice the week along with night had fallen to sleepless slumber, Trapped again 'tween times when thirds are three in number. I sense a grimace gurgle in these halls of boned wall, The aching w......

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