Kin Poems - Poems about Kin

David was advised by his kin the sling's the thing if you want to win tho' small as he was without fear he did let fly and rocked Goliath's world right between the eyes before he had time to come near or even throw his spear alone from afar David did fling and with a single stone's throw he let go one shot to the head and brought the...

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Before the first moonlight spilled down upon us like winged doves from the sky we were fettered together like lovers were, In passion not yet transmuted into devotion to one another. Above us rose a virgin sky void of stars of constellations that would map out our cosmic future. You, son of Adonis in my wide eyes, me, an idol...

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ROSE dear, in you I see my control gear RISE from your doubts, feel not any fear HOT looks of yours, makes me totally wet HOP and hug me, for you I readied a jet WAG to me you become, to have my kith and kin WAR of any kind on earth, for you I will surely win 10th...

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ABOUT A LETTER I was cleaning and re-arranging my Precious book-shelves, A lot came down, a lot went back after dusting Off, much of such Dust, but one blue heavy book caught my attention, I am not of those who often delves, But this one tickled my fancy, maybe a connection, I noticed something, I should have before, that was so Visible, between...

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...His hand flashed fast, the Colt spoke loudly, Dalton was struck, flew back wildly. Silas shifted right, cut down that man, still fumbling with the gun in his hand. The other man threw his hands up high, said Silas, “Run, or you too will die.” The bandit scrambled, leaving the bar, Dalton still breathed, but wouldn’t get far. “In what wourld could we...

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He walked into the dusty saloon, maybe an hour after high noon, his face still smooth with the touch of youth, eyes dead-set on seeking out the truth. He saw him there, two men at his side, looking just like his mother described, the scar, gold tooth...the cold countenance, Silas knew that he had found his man. He strode up and said, “You’re...

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“ “ Quote raised, aware of silence in the red-eyed night, morning likewise in quietude until the incessant dirge of Poe, the bells bringing down the house, and in the garden, an eagle… …throws its wings around the tombstone’s shoulders ...

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Now the time has come to tell the truth But, I don't want to come across as uncouth So sad to say I had my day All along the months of May To sing along with a ding-a-ling Even with a Cheech and Ching There were the days I gave myself a haze And was always in a complete daze Sleeping with the...

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by the sea on shore birds squawk squabble and jostle feathered typecast kin...

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You know, I've been keeping count. Of the years, of the friends. Those gained and lost, the memories and the cost. I'm not sure which has topped the weight class - the good, the laughs and the light, or the pain, the loss and that sight. Of the headstones, the folded flags; the mothers' cries and brothers' eyes. I know the count of them all. Today a year goes...

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"Curiouser and curiouser!", Alice proclaimed " eye two, am adore " Seven ol' kin on the strong arms of Seven strong more Mercurius wings by to sing " ... Welcome to the game, Ein ..." Albert said to tangle so direct in his angle pressure from the Sun became my angel so diamonds in the dust became a trust I reflected... Homer said two hymns and so within 33 I...

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You’ve heard of a destination wedding? What about a destination restaurant. Head to Mexico’s Kin Toh Restaurant. High above the Mayan jungle. You enjoy cocktails mixed by talented bartenders. And enjoy avant-garde cuisine full of organic vegetables. While gazing toward the Caribbean sunset. Each night they feature a world-renown performer. Destination Restaurant – Kin Toh. Do not miss this opportunity!...

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It's hard to think about now as easy as it was then It flowed effortlessly like conversation with a life long friend I hate thinking about back when but love living back then And I would give all I got to ride the wind again And feel the comfort of my alabama kin We were never...

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You who had seen my next of kin Dining and wining near a bin And you forgot to raise a din Or had minded your Gripping Gin… It was A War you did not win, Though Loss reports not on The Skin Like would Incisive Pricks of Pin Or handiwork of Wounding Tin… Your love, please, extend to My Kin In Water Fish...

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Eyeing every trophy is a sin, Always craving it a prickly pin; A critic right to raise a din: “A propensity fit for our Dust Bin!” For those who often seek to win Force our hands to support either chin And our skin pricks with a pin … An obsession I won’t excuse my kin, As doing so quite a kin To eating from...

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