Kerchiefs Poems - Poems about Kerchiefs

...I’d had to simply voice it elsewhere And didn’t forget to on it swear: Much of what is now necessary Is the headache of Accessory… By far an astonishing puzzle, To clothes compared: the ones ......

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...(To Armstrong) Remember those days when mists of uncertainty Shrouded our timid hearts. We never left the hearthstead, The fire of which burned from our silent prayers And our hopes blossomed in......

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... When I let one loose in the elevator The monk adjacent profusely apologised The thunder, he affirmed, gift of the Creator Inhaling it deeply would see divine light realised Though......

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...Their grinning heads cover the fields for acres A sea of happy mini suns, welcoming us to Kansas. We stare, amazed, having no idea this was possible. There are photo moments and we take them all. ......

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...Branches frosted in ice Wonderland magic waiting in awe to thaw Pink blossoms ready to surpass hibernation Spring in their timeless steps Candle wax waned The Little Drummer boy b......

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...Sunny outside, simply the sun, yet men look at it then sing. I do not know the sun, I know only an angel’s melody and the fiery exhortation of the last breath. I know how to shout ’til dawn......

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...Senior citizens Crated in old people’s homes Discarded denizens Wrinkled forms Pivotal during heyday Generating national growth Beyond payday Bestowing cloth On backs of offspring Pouri......

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...l. Opening the closet of narra doors, I sweep through organza skirts and gemmed ringlets; my hair ruffling aimlessly upon scalloped kerchiefs smelling decade - old hyacinth, Mom’s fa......

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...Last night I watched in silence At the end of the road in forest deep I hid amongst the trees watching in awe As gypsies dance while others sleep Under the violet hue of evening sky Haloed by evening......

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...Some dreams of my youth Couldn’t come with me To this strange world It was not for them They lay scattered along the road Or hanging from the twigs of trees Like little kerchiefs I went awa......

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...August sun, Leaves smell of heat, You can hear the holly hocks turn to seed. The pile of trimmed twigs snap as they dry. Sister paints the cross pieces The top of the board The flat And the ......

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