Iridium Poems - Poems about Iridium

... Eternal skies tease the ground below, shows shelf lustrous in the waters eye, in aroused reflecting cameo, seducing where iridium and gold collide. In a romance, elemental ......

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... Enriched hearsay disaster spread faster than the raging radio talk heard — Kindling of conspiracy flames With howling winds of thermonuclear quickness, the rumor shockwaves came As did......

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...On the silver sands of the beguiling beach spectral rays of the rising sun rush to reach, brace the mystique beauty of the deep sea, flushing the iridium skin of her satin body. With c......

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...Staring at the stubborn facts I stand face to face with a sneering fate Legalized pot. Transitive Bondage sold as liberty Man made destructive phase Don't lie to us as if we're back at pube......

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...6/6/17 Are we part simian? A centered or off kilter equilibrium Near or far from the prime meridian And any kind of amphibian As well as snowflake obsidian Items and objects that do or don't ......

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...Down the street at the corner, the sodium Streetlight casts an eerie-yellow glow on the sidewalk Below, a feint hissing sound emanating from escaped Gasses. Up the stairs, just a few feet away, ......

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...When hope returns, will you be in alternative mind ? Like a praying mantis brooding for a prey in a bowl of momentum while I have a sense of alienation collecting a cloud of Memories ripping open t......

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...When hope returns, will you be in alternative mind ? Like a praying mantis brooding for a prey in a bowl of momentum while I have a sense of alienation collecting a cloud of Memories ripping......

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...The politically correct nonsense of today is so very absurd! The language of my native land has become so terribly blurred, By those who devote themselves to concocting such inane idiom. Such prat......

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...Blue – for your arm wrapped around my clavicle. I thought I would loose my breath. Red – for the cusp of our hip bones struggling to pull the drunken color from our orange cheeks. and our......

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