Humors Poems - Poems about Humors

...Glow morning warm hugging sleepy scalp and face embrace outside sacred pink yellowing fragrant dawn Without fear of fading dark or death or sin Welcome in naked foot massage pressure me......Read More

...Seven Morning Stars In the western Carpathian piedmont Which my grandfathers left long before, The peregrine falcon flees likewise From a tableau of fresco traditions, Superstitions, and tempe......Read More

...Debonair raccoon had his pick of women of course. He found them in the barn, cuddling next to the horse. He liked them Rubenesque, reddish and round. They gravitated him sleek and slick, marriage-......Read More

...he’s a raver, deep from marrow, born who screams at moons to curse the morn and though his flesh is bloodless, torn he woos the beast inside him for night alone won’t hide him he creeps the ne......Read More

...Before The Blacktop Ends David J Walker The world wends And extends A mile or two before The blacktop ends It ends in dust It ends in rust Transcends the trust of Casuistic treasu......Read More

... “They are in the cabin of the Sleigh.” The Elder Elf motioned to Rådyrvokter to join them. He stopped unharnessing the deer and stepped over to Dyndoeth. In a whispered tone he requested t......Read More

...We are flying upside down and slightly sideways Witches with attitude until the end of their days. Sure, we sometimes end up in pots and other places But we have a terrific time when we fly into s......Read More

... The women bending and pounding in rhythm was a vibrant bucolic sight. The long wooden pestles were powered by the human current. While grinding raw rice, they stopped to rest, and to cra......Read More

...I have recognized many old ladies, but I know two of them. They were Florence and Duno, both crackerjacks. Their sense of humors rose in the sky and went to Jupiter. I saw lots of old ladies wit......Read More

...How fickle are the humors of the heart, capricious and of alternating hue, a masked chameleon of cunning art; transmuting colours often hid from view. 11.10.20 An excerpt from my poem ' Co......Read More

...A Wordsmith’s pen Is mightier than the sword For he can turn a tricky word Into a verbal weapon And win the day against the hoard The words of the Bard It’s not very hard The turn of a friendl......Read More

...I wonder what it means we are a multicultural species still capable of waging war, employing ballistic terrorists, investing in capitalism's ruthless game of surgical monopoly to become patriar......Read More

...In the Work That Reconnects, we have a dialogue exercise in which Person A asks Person B "Who are you?" several times over a few minutes, as it feels right to reprime this exploratory pump; the......Read More

...Modern minds, torn by royalist repressions, hoped democracy would inhale and expand freedom. Freedom from depressing suppression, lack of creative tension and safe expression. Freedom to ......Read More

...truthful admissions daisies flit through brain a calm takes over sense of humors laugh together with not at people comfortable together unafraid idealism in love form ......Read More