Interring Poems - Poems about Interring

...Abandoning yesterday haunts me today Interring reminder of what’s not in play Bypassing my choosing evading my will Each sight unenvisioned in blindness — distilled (The New Roo......

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...A tribute to Marie, Marie, you seemed to draw the short straw in life, Again and again, Yet somehow you were able find a way to keep giving, To those who we thought less deserving. But giving w......

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...Hear the Instruction Cast in the lot among; Let us all have one purse; For the love of money is the root of all evil; If someone comes to take your pants, give him your shirt; Hear the i......

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...“Fragments of the first experience ever remain in air” ~ By poet Sits above uncle wearing his preacher's hat; Sits her Mom below with a vacant praise; She for whom h......

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...The corridors of life are rarely straight: Not only do they bend and twist and veer, We find the way ahead becomes unclear, Soon blocked by doors -- each door, a different fate. We’d like to take......

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...In a kingdom full of cuddles; 'Loving!' said I, 'thing of amour'; My passion is this blessed, crazy muddles; Heated hot emotions and loins treasures; Got fever boiling? Can't contro......

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...The Last of the Wine When the last of the wine has been poured, red and dry, and the gold wings of eagles, burnished by time, dismount the sky. When the velvet hush of eventide conquers the......

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...I walk the plank Lit the bed, laugh at myself Like whose that in the mirror? Laughing at me, now I'm sad Playing with dolls Hocus pocus to the kids next door, The voodoo I contemplated for ......

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...A Rant – The Quiet Hypocrisy it seeps in through gradual osmosis and soon is ingrained in pliant minds it mutates and thrives in tunnels of vision and then is fused into the fiber of unreason t......

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...Bliss is the lips of a lover. Soft yet Harsh and, Unchanging lips which spring words of love, Upon ones breast. Leaving it to, Resonate hums of love, Upon the winds wings. Interring the v......

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...Drumming from the amps, bristling with snares and hooks, (“I see in your eyes, castles in Spain.”); Aide memoirs of the past, post-war resurrection, stubbornly, Wreathed in wires of smoke and deli......

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