Keepers Poems - Poems about Keepers

They know me, still, behind my aged teacher face. They wave to me in my car, running wildly home from school on a sunny afternoon. I smile and wave back, thinking, “my sons know me, still.” Caught by my discerning eye when hooking class, they make charging returns to school, backpacks rocking side to side. I protected them once. Defended them. Gave them self-respect, pride. I...

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Classrooms ain't boxes, they're launchpads, ya hear Where minds catch fire and fears disappear! You don't teach subjects, you light up souls! Creative sparks flying, beyond old-school goals! "Can't do it?" No, you flip that script! "Not yet" is the mantra that's got us all gripped! When the world screams "QUIT," you whisper "Try," Grit in their bones, you're teaching...

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Date: May 2051 Raining morning dawning. Everything is Best and rest in all Hakim Households. Hours passed and in Damian's dome Dolly rose and gently kissed Damian. "Rise my husband. Strong man I remember You." She Whispered in his ear and Nestled against him. Damian had been Waking before she started manipulating His atmosphere. "I remember you too. Yesteryears....

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Brother. O Brother. O when; when we were callow! In days young; Shakers, of the movement, before gray & silver turned our locks; we held in idol. Spree, even damned, were we. Lessen a very score, ’til callous became un-sore; away, had you, myth, into the far-off; seeking a northern star....

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Time marches on but the story doesn't change. Innocent lives being taken by a person whose deranged.. Last weekend in Pa. it was our state police, one is still critical, and the other is now deceased.. The unstable shooter is also now gone. Will this ever stop? What keeps going so wrong? This tragic story truly rings home for me. I...

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"keepers of secrets" such infinite endless wonder is seen witnessing beauty beyond compare gracing the blissful sense of feel harboring forevermore within any soul as tides roll in and out all is clear a peaceful mind is there standing tall bless the one who sits on golden sands for he is free from captivity of darkness music whispers as dolphins happily play eagles guard the...

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Tonight I sit and wander through stars~ my perennial freshening sparkling...of old familiar constellations – attention drawn to some dim and distant wondering...

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The sacred hoop is my life wheel, circular with no beginning and no end; this infinite circle I must reveal. The teachings within help me heal, where east, south, west and north transcend; the sacred hoop is my life wheel. The great power in the four I find surreal, life I will not fake, waste or pretend; this infinite circle...

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The keepers of the flowers’ secrets arrive in their season Monarch, viceroy, red-spotted purples, given a good reason. They bring fantasy and delight to the lilacs and bleeding heart. Keeping their confidence is what they do so wise and smart. Faeries and bumblebees try to get in on the confidence action. But they end up not learning anything to the...

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A name, by itself, is nothing... Some of us appearing to love hate... Some seeming to find beauty in Gore... while others, more astute, understand that behavior is its own proper definition – though stories are the mothers of words...they die on...

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A Place To Relive Spaces are berated People are finders and keepers Interestingly there is always a place to relive Whether in your heart or the memories Just make them count For you are the maker of what makes you feel free A place to relive is where we all find solace And I find it in the times of everyday inspiration By Asangalisah...

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The mountain whispers secrets to the stream who gift it to the birds who sing it to the clouds who divide into raindrops onto the lips of flowers curling gently around eternity noble keepers of silky secrets 'til they wither and release them back to the soul of the mountain on the misty soul of dreams....

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Roy moves in grace of seasons All the good ones gracing him She approaches offers salaams Did I Rui say i missed her sooo That Smile that hidden that look With muses were at me smiling What better way and day to pen Than with her on mine side now Of stars twinkling in the lawns Ode delights spring in gardens Of hope and...

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clad in black berets and boots all camouflaged with heavy guns their armoured jeeps in Indian file like obedient dogs they march along faces pale from the burning sun peasants tender, weak and poor gaze helpless at the peacekeepers: what begets this act of war? give them a chance to make their bread lend them a voice to sing their song show them love, let...

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.....Open and soft like the spring. Like baby birds asleep in a nest. Innocent, not thinking they are the best nor smartest. Not attacking anything. ......Eyes full of wonder at the night sky. Huddling in a...

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