Hot In The Dark Poems - Poems about Hot In The Dark

...As I , stand here on my porch, Looking at all the beauty and peace that surrounds me. My heart way's heavy with; guilt,worry and disappointment. What kind of mother,grandmother am I? Why am I stil......

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...Past a peaceful day out Western Trail way, Our lowing herd settled on coarse sand bars. We hands bunched under prancing prairie stars, Once clean grub tins and cups were put away, For tall yarn......

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...TODAY There are days when you wake up and realize that the quality of light is as bright as you will see all day, and there are days when, no matter what the level of light, you are cruising th......

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...Cosmology + Ontology = Cosmontology NEW Cosmontological Principle: Be SO SO humble! >>> SEE NOTE BELOW A Sufi Dream-Poem--Our purposefully "proto-conscious" UNI-ballish recycling? By: ......

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...Simply Breakfast      steaming, scrambled eggs      hot English muffins, dark green      plate      warm kiss from my mate                                       11-29-2020            ......

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...What If I told you ‘You’re my favorite moment; Precious, sometimes-fleeting You make me smile, without speaking;’ What if I said ‘With every special way, you just being you Is a smile I ......

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...Thunder storms raged forth in grandeur and the rain fell splashing in torrents, The brook water levels rose and burst their banks flooding walk ways and paths, Drains around buildings became blocked ......

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...There's a time for loves to be won and lost… At least there was for us. For 33 Chilean miners, lost below… life was simply stopped. Alive and well, but buried deep… 2,200 feet below. They had suc......

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...can my kiss be the match that lights your flame? makes it burn white hot in the dark of night? can you warm yourself by the intensity? a combustible fuel coursing through your body? can my touc......

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...We sit on cool brick terraces half-past mortality in lengthening shade. Our final passions are in our drinks as night swirls overhead in a wild unleashing of stars. All politics are platit......

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