Host Poems - Poems about Host

An authentic host. Seen as some biblical ghost. Who’s unknown to most. ...

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a valentine's match my new bed will host a match ~ between Jane and me...

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next valentine's day my new vase will host some guests ~ red and white roses...

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Kitty Ghost Host My cat Champ's a gracious host this Halloween night Filling each bag with three Snickers and a Kit-Kat bite But is reality blurring? Champ floats by me purring He's a translucent ghost-host, such a frightful sight!...

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Jane right at work as she shares point watch of the front desk's with her equal who ran off to get their hot prepped meals an offering I declined. I waited for his return keeping Jane company, so I played at the lobby's seated Asteroid game while a quieting kid watched me at play while...

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Picked up Jane and we're walking to the balcony, and shown where we'll be sitting as the crowds mose-in, and there's some excitement 'neath the floor we had left, sparked favored light applause from one estranged bereft, we're bemused fetching about well anchored split views, what fabled then hath waned onto a seasick cruise, be no mistake of it with drinks,...

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All artists are frauds most deservedly so Escaping themselves into something unknown Their costumes transform always trying to hide The truth of their natures — left dying inside (The New Room: July, 2024) ...

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Beneath the host of silence that pierces with the harshness of refusal, A timid odyssey of splendor quietly sharpens its echo. For in the depths of oceans of lamentation hidden, Rests a crystal of strength and unfathomed experiences. In the diaphanous embrace of rejection, where all is cryptic, Hides a tableau of beauty yet unwritten. In every fragment of 'failure,' a...

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When the clock stops ticking When the world stops turning When the waves stop crashing When the darkness entombs me Who will host my funeral? Who will mourn my death? Who will ensure a proper burial? Who will miss me when I am gone? What will people say about me? What will my legacy upon this earth be? What will I be remembered as? What will...

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Martial Translations Coq au vin (Cook or wine) by Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch 1. Hosts always invite you to dinner, Phoebe, but are you merely an éclair to the greedy? 2. Hosts always invite you to dinner, Phoebe, but are you tart Amaro to the greedy? Amaro is an after-dinner liqueur thought to aid the digestion after a large meal. 3. Hosts always...

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We celebrate a host of things Which true to form awareness brings Us closer to our heartfelt past By crafting memories that last. In some things we participate, Like birthdays we enumerate; And, some things we commemorate, As lives well lived we consecrate. For some things we pay our respects - Those things that cause us to reflect On Life's great mysteries and gifts That bring...

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Here is a list of the players aka major USA's banks that have folded and yielded to the LGBTQA's Woke agenda. Against conservative and/or Christian action groups/and or organizations: The Bank of America, Chase Bank, Citi Bank and Wells Fargo. They been treated and under the same radar as 'foreign nationals.' Of course they promised them, their...

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Tim was lonely as a child Tranquil, timid and quite mild He was considered as weird But that wasn't what he feared. He saw people that were dead Monsters hid under his bed Voices whispered in his brain Everyday he was less sane. Below the surface of his mind Something of sinister kind Started to control the boy Playing with him like a toy. It lied to...

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HOST UNTO ME YOUR HOLY WORDS O' LORD GOD Give me host to your words Keep me seen allow me to be heard I need you in my heart, O' Lord So I need you every and always every time you are my everything, everything Keep me seen allow me to be heard HOST UNTO ME YOUR HOLY WORDS O' LORD...

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A host of golden daffodils Stood stately on a hill It was a magnificent sight To drink in as I stood still. Suddenly from nowhere A wind came gushing by And whipped off the golden petals And they began to fly Fluttering and dancing Their golden petals glisten like Gold, The solid stems of the daffodils, Saw the happy petals prancing, And felt very old. Then one of...

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