Long Abbess Poems

Weary weapons wearing writhing works wonderfully wreathed wigs...... Oh wow how magnificent the yellow radiance of a piece of straw. Leaning bending learning. Admire nit a wisdom curl if a pitch of ball. Throw away...

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a doomed affair


when a young doctor/padre came to the convent 
to check on the nuns' health, he met the young abbess, and their world ignited
when he touched her arm, her impulse was 
to kiss him,...

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The boy, the padre and the abbess.

The padre hung in the bell fry the boy didn’t know
at the time, the padre was his father; this once proud man
reduced to a pathetic shadow of himself.
The old...

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Just...Pretend
by Cate Rock

Close your eyes...
Just pretend,
Let your mind wander,
Let this process began,

Close your eyes,
Look away...
Don't let it hurt you.
Make him go far away...
and away is where he will stay...

Dream those dreams...
Reach for the skis,
Let the...

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-Read from bottom to up, left to right and help me climb this mountain-

Truly
Rejoice
To be free,
To reach the top
Just allow yourself
You are very strong
I am no longer afraid
Soon I will be at the top
It is...

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Neophyte
What can I say the pot plants in the yard are fed tiny rain drops 
saintly tears of a girl rejected by the abbess to join the order 
because she detect a wild sensual abandonment...

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A potatoe cake bathing with an onion ring is an iconic sealed ring in a genuine abyss of calm. But an abyss is neither an abbot nor an abbess. For pretty tunnels created in a...

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See the crying of the poet,
I think he's angry at the mowatt.

He finds it hard to see the troll,
Overshadowed by the tiny sausage roll.

Who is that hating near the Trump?
I think she'd like to eat...

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