Jacobs Poems - Poems about Jacobs

...Who are you and who am I and could it be we’re kindred spirits deep inside? And I wonder if this life’s a dream, the matrix of an endless scheme begotten long ago, when time was not and ......

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... Joseph's brothers dipped his coat into the blood of a goat Jacobs said, My beloved son is surely gone That was the robe he had on... Joseph is still alive, the brothers said ......

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...A link to my past, going all the way back; A solid support, one that never would crack. A driver who loved going out for a ride. Politically, one who kept feelings inside. A soft-hearted viewer o......

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... Star shoots at the mind Hangs like earring in teared sky Fissure on a hook Shows fighting Spirit Canvased vapor chandelier Sighs expanse at hand Liquid lightning pen Diamond lined fe......

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...Adolescent infatuations...never consummated Greetings reader from a cross between an aging seventy inch long (ringing ding dong) haired pencil necked geek and a Norwegian bachelor farmer wannabe; ......

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...To Trina Jacobs 285 Warren Street Brooklyn, New York 11201, USA My Dearest Trina The time we spent together in London is my greatest treasure. I was so looking forward to us being reunited in ......

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... Circle in the sand could tell a story of a lost world, where celestials and machines were one. A crafty place where symbiosis is tasted on the tongue. Chimera epoxies ely......

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...Jacob’s ladder has nodes seven, which our Father who’s in heaven, assists us here now to ascend, if our ego to love we bend, that by using mind of our heart, our life purpose on earth may start.......

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... Glide of Falcon broken, channel smoothed Transmission snap equals idle start Dysfunctional gypsy destitute Tricky situation screams for bird to depart T......

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...Pennine Chain by Bob Moore © 2021 I’ve camped in the hills of the Pennine Chain in the cold, and the snow, and the pouring rain and if I was young I would do it again but the......

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...In Honor of Milt - An Un-contest Poetry Contest I love the way Milton’s poem begins. It draws my attention immediately. Line 10 jolts me with Jacobs and Jacob-ites.I’m still quite interested! Line......

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...I don’t climb that ladder anymore, the one that goes both up and down. The rungs were never helpful, being made for struggle not for actual reaching. Some spend a lifetime looking for just......

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...Ancient, rugged hills worn down by time I miss the lush green hills of my home Leaning away from the peaceful valley, Mountains forged from eons long forgotten During those prehistori......

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...Lefty Jacobs pushed through the doors, he wanted a drink, nothing more, after long days out on the trail, a ride so hard his horse had failed. He’d had to get out of Roystown, to many lawmen g......

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...Sarcomas hatch like caviar in St. Jude chemo-fire inversions, where leviathans lay magnetars to suck the blood of virgi......

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