Lanham Poems - Poems about Lanham

...forsythia shines where vernal rains launder earth sudden lightning strikes Copyright, Faye Lanham Gibson March 2, 2022......

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...Each one a universe unmapped beneath a frail façade of skin, a globe, where the value hides, not on the surface, but within. Sometimes glimpses are discerned on the face or in the eyes, glimme......

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...A stormy, cold scraped winter sight, quiet song birds forsake flight, down fluffed on pale limbs lucite, a fantasy landscape, pearl blue. In grey tone wrap, mist frozen dew, her smooth complex......

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...This baby born in Bethlehem to intervene in history, two thousand years His diadem still glitters gold with mystery. Birthed in a stable to a maid - this baby born in Bethlehem - bound in swa......

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...I wish I knew you way back when! If life would give a second chance, would I choose differently then; take you for partner in life's dance. But that was long ago, my friend - I wish I knew you......

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...They scream a soundless soliloquy, skeletal sentinels contorted, once proud standards displaying jubilant banners. The tidal push rushes in, out, in, out about ashen bones, marking where mooring......

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...The sand is swept with gleams of light, pale moonbeams burst where wavelets crest about sea turtles seeking nest. Soft seas are flat and calm tonight beneath the light of stars; on land she di......

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...Light streams manipulate vaporous violin strings meandering about open casements; flantando melodies float, dream bridged sighs. At table, coffee steam rises, knitting the brume, hooding her sorr......

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...Book in hand, I find a quiet corner, pillowed bench in bay window, inside looking out . . . or is it outside looking in? Unread words signal for rescue, drowning in ink gone liquid welling ......

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...You home for a holiday, belly gorged on favorites, soft couch cradling like a mother's arms. . . since you grew up, shed child skin, thin facial hair shading jaw, even when days were......

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...These rugged hills that fill my soul, these pinnacles of joy and pain, the valleys, deep, between them, Lord, the forests, dim, and sun-swept plains-- come, walk with me, my God, and know this l......

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...I stand looking down a long pathway that bends in the glimmering green; what waits of surprise or heartbreak or care in the days ahead, unforeseen? Behind me a trail, much longer I know, than t......

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...The hills hold echoes of children at play, their lingering laughter cupped by the leaves; sometimes on still evenings I hear their chime, a whisper of pipes caressing the trees. In cool shaded......

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...Cloud layers thin-spun from crystallized sugar and colored tints of rainbow- carnivals hawk the sweet children love to eat in crepey layers pressed to crunchy end, candy treat. Copyright, A......

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...In draining sand I trace the line the tide has made in bubbles, fine, where scalloped wavelets sloped in foam, halt the ocean’s wide ro......

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