Hurst Poems - Poems about Hurst

A beautiful girl is what you are. You have your demons, but so full of love We have yet to meet, but that does not bar Our friendship because when push becomes shove I trust I will be able to rely on you, And hope you feel the same for me Because my feelings for you are true. I’m writing so you...

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With these twelve words... art has no restrains  there is nothing that can chain it down no fabric that can not be broken from. *FoRm? >that de...pe...nd...s.< WHAT duz iT reSEMble fOrM doth [come {inallshapes) AND sizes! "pun,ctu?a:ti-o;n!? proper,? maybe"! ,maybe. not' another language? je ne sais pas, throw  it in and try. no Geek gets on a computer and  wonders what the rules are it's their fingers singing on the keyboard makes them Euphoric not the...

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Brother,you were a human torch in a melanchonic orbit of undefined wars Now you are a pentagram star mystical and magical Pouring light and love from a happier place from behind heaven doors Not so distant though worlds afar. Through each verse and every stanza you are. Like Tolkien,your middle earth was always the unknown, Your soul has found its home. A sculptor of word A weaved tapestry...

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I hand you my torch, while I play the guitar Tolkien am I, in my euphoric voice Artistry, artistic, dramatic and poetic are my strings My musical notes, will touch the sky and alive shall be the clouds I will give many stars away, starting with brother, sister and you Listen, accept and catch thus tasteful, and stylish write Rhymer, rhymester...

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A few poems written by Chan Hurst, (Just That Archaic Poet) I hope that we can find some comfort in them at this sad time. "A Rational Explanation" What must I do to see this through- Unlock the world I never knew? For all I've seen hath been untrue, As all I've felt hath plagued me, too! I am no more, past...

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Ethel Hurst 1889 – 1918 I saw the town rise up Like a single blade of grass after a spring rain. I played a multitude of hop-scotch games With my best friend Hannah on Penn Street. And sipped a hundred ice cream sodas in the Mercantile at sunset. My mother took me to Jacob’s Grocery every Monday And it was I who...

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