Long Pottery Poems

"Open Oceans"



Kneeling on pearls
wisdom preys

praying
preying

hungry hearts
count the days 

wasting away
in all that preying 

for prayers 
to be answered

children become
strangers

reading 
strange words

finding 
themselves puzzled

genuflecting to a deity
they do not know, nor wish to

fumbling
mouths closed,

swallowed hole
in the...

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~ In  His   Light  ~
 (  Mirrored Hourglass  )



~O~
 


 Love   Worship  Pray  Trust  the Lord

 Lord won't leave you alone

 His mercy will...

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I have faith in brighter days like these
And have hope in kinder ways of speech please
I have no doubt in this mind…
I don’t want to be left behind
Collect my tears of endless sorrow
Hopefully, there’s another...

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A popular priest in 1810, Spanish rule he spoke against
those who had overthrown the Spanish Viceroy José de Iturrigaray
A speech calling upon the people to protect in angst
Their King Ferdinand VII was held captive El...

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Direct clay was turned into required elements
parts, sections, groups, classes in proportion
to set in every function in as pottery style,
osteoblasts turned into bones to form the cage,
limes were to join each point of the body...

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Broken Pieces

There is a rare and beautiful vessel of pottery
Moulded and shaped to an exquisite piece of work
The potter’s loving hands have taken great care
To bring it to perfection.
It is smooth and colourful with just...

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There was a man who survived through 
everything against his will while he was alive.

One day this man’s ghost arose, walked out of his grave and followed his footmarks on a rugged trail, hard and...

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Born with a complex like a tormented fugitive in a constant flight from a life of acceptance, his Life is filled with questions and complexities. There is no room 

for blame. In a secret place,...

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UPRIGHT CASCADING BEAUTY BROKEN-HEARTED
You walk on to me you pair me with your eyes startled
Dilated spectrum rationalize beautiful window your pain
Eye gate windowsill is splintered crest
 The message of the view I see everest
 And...

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So after I told the crowd
in the store that I was
not Dolly Parton,
they quickly went away
disappointed and forlorn like,
going over to the dairy
to pick up some milk,
tried to stay calm as I
noticed pictures on
the back...

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Misshapen limbs of the Palo Verde trees add an artistic touch to the landscape. While 
Honeysuckle twine about the old rail fence and the spiny Ocotillo flash scarlet plumes. 

Mesquite trees, older than the homestead,...

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From mouth to ear across a lifetime lived,
traveling strings tying lives together thread on thread. 
Every one word building lifetimes; 
bonded mud of bricks to house 
our broken bags of trailing flesh.
We will hold each...

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If i had a million dollars
every three months
and my job was to spend it on awards for those
who do random acts of kindness and good deeds
unknownst to them they are about to be rewarded
i would...

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Some pin memories delicately
and precisely like butterflies.
I, however, use railroad spikes.

This morning was spent well,
walking along a high desert trail,
close to some old railroad tracks.
My sister had shown them to me yesterday.

I am looking for...

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I was born and raised in my house, which isn’t home.
At heart, I am from the orange brick house in Westridge Farms
Where I never even lived
There, the pawprints I stamped on the driveway may have...

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7/5/22


Can it be done? Possibly
Will I do it underneath the moon and sun? Probably
Honestly
It all use to bother me
I was born in it, but I don't want to die in poverty
For a long time I...

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Silent journey
I ride with you O Mother Earth
On the wings of time and space
I feel you cradle me in your arms
Lifting me high above you
To feel the kiss of your wind
..... and the warmth of...

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All is red in Birstay
city of red clay
We throw it all day long
and sing a merry working song
In rhythm with the wheel

Once a month merchants come
to make trades, 
on the way 
to the Kings market...

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The She General
Arabic Poem By: Fayez Al-Haddad
Translation into English By:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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I beg your passion, O General of Love!
Grant me leave to say
Some of the divine revelation of love,
Though I don’t know but the...

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It’s only fifteen hundred miles
From Oak Bluffs, Massachusetts,
To Omaha, Nebraska,
But it’s a lifetime away.
All those good years and bad years,
The old furniture and the new,
The thumbed wedding album, 
The baby books, class pictures,
Weddings and more...

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and Par-Policy:  Dump Rotted Produce…
and Pitch-Pit-Grain- Pro-Ruse

It Was Due To Prior-Parent’s Vain-Disobey, 
so They Diminished, That-Dare-Day…
The Delectable…
 and Passed Up The Palatable –
 Main… Held-Accountable
Course (so  not  hard !) 
But They Failed...

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Poetry IS the Mother of ALL art.
The completion and the part.
A private punchline-divine.
Be it the fruit or be it the vine.
It is The IS, sometimes the Music,
sometimes the Muse for us.
The usery that uses us.
The...

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Sit back on your porch, let your mind drift
to a moment your eyes saw
a beautiful painting or picture that left you in awe
When music sifted through your ears
and  your spirit did lift
or it touched your...

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(Poem is in the peace symbol, created in 1958 by designer Gerald Holtom, upward V and later chosen by Bertrand Russell. Please read the first oblique downright and the second upright. Then, the last four...

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My Gramma as I called her, probably seemed no different than most,
But to me she was the very best, sorry - I really have to boast.
She had grey hair, was fairly stout and always wore...

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