Jutting Poems - Poems about Jutting

...Rhyming in iambic, counting fingers Trying to make sense, syllables dropping, Onto archaic form, often lingers, Instead of language, clopping and popping, Modern with its sublime spoken diction, ......

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...Somehow among the hidden leaves of time when quietude swerves on a lane, there is a throb of evening's breath panting inside those marble eyes that if I gaze long enough into darkness your ice......

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... painted ladies over the years i have forgotten her eyes that her smile was soft and her hair like chiffon on a wednesday morning we walked along stanyan street celebrating the color......

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... Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker “Feeling, not thinking, Soul with Love linking ~ we attained God consciousness unblinking”. Mind of the heart Neither thinking nor feeling ~ Void ~ S......

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...Song of the Highest Tower by Arthur Rimbaud translation by Michael R. Burch Let it come, let it come, The day when all hearts love as one. I’ve endured so long That I’d even forgotten The ......

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... Drunk and kinda tipsy, I stumbled lost and into the enticing embrace of a fair maiden. She enchants me with her sensuality— Oh, my total surrender is inevitable now. Captivated by ......

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...THREE SIDES TO EVERY STORY There’s the prosecution with firm resolve With a jutting chin, in that righteous pose Poking accusations, seeking the conviction And trying to expose all attempted fi......

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...The trails of fog like cold entrails that wind and slither through the copse which shiver at the touch and sops. A chance at vision clearly fails. Each jutting rock: a sentinel. A greying head......

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... They come to her hungry - hopeful To be fed facile fantasy, a script he held Stowed in boyhood through decades Recessed where sweating shame dwelled Invisible while he achieved accolades ......

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...At the moor's edge where the cliff-drop gnaws the wind and a jutting ledge raises it hackles, fingers scrabble, skinned toes curl within stiff-jawed boots. Turn an ankle here, and you may fal......

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...“A life of disharmony with nature will dehumanize us. Never ignore nature’s power to heal and restore and fuel us with new enthusiasm. The younger generation, glued to the cyber space do not know wha......

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...A déjà vu? What can I say? I know the track so well. It is so dark yet treacherous. I am not afraid. Careful, here is a curve, it almost turns onto itself. An old oak tree stands there, just ......

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...Head buried beneath the wind, hung, grasping an overhang, hug the thin bones of wiry tussocks. At the moor's edge where the cliff-drop, gnaws at the sky, a jutting ledge raises it hackles, fi......

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...Swimming in the ocean a wincing couple pinches Little creature on my leg not more than six or seven inches I looked again, to my surprise Hello! - a trilobite!......

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...Mocking the dead, the vampire on the hill, high above the cityscape. Why does his cloak wrap around? It moves with a hissing sound, blackened on the outside, blue on the molten graveside. Sh......

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