Long Sense of touch Poems

I believe that I am..., but I dare ask the question.                        ...

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Canzone
The canzone is an Italian form with strong similarities to the sestina. There are no rhymes; instead there are five keywords that determine the structure of the poem. Every line of...

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Moment to moment, all moments entwined,
I feel the touch of magnetism divine,
the source of which, by mind is not divined
so to know the truth, with heart I align.
With this preamble, let’s step back in time,
that...

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Perhaps you have heard it many times before.                           ...

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Sight, imagine if you had no visual awareness
What’s more detrumental,than constant darkness
But not knowing are you really indoors or outside
If you could not see relying on someone for a guide

Hearing, the rhythm of a beat...

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Our eyes amazing used day and night
We use when gazing, but having no sight
Being in constant darkness, relying on a guide
No visual awareness are you indoors or outside

The sound of a beat, the rhythm is...

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Down many of the coalmines in Yorkshire , Safety dictated that an alternative means of escape
had to be found just in case anything ever happened to the shafts that raised and lowered miners to their...

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The Search to Find the Edge of the Ice

They say moss doesn't gather on a stone rolling, in motion,
And even wise algae gets left in the wake,
Of a proud ship, foresail dipped, rising upon an...

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Our window bids good morning 
as sunshine winks her delicate light,
cascading against crimson curves 
as the yearning spoon is stirred
and dawn shines past a moonlight trite
Fingertips caressing,
hips that beckon a lovers moan,
A slow descent of...

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Her hearing and sight were taken away
When she was just about two years old,
She struggled to become what she did - 
An example, brilliant and bold.

Helen Keller was bright minded,
On hope she always did dwell
She...

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As a child, 
I always imagined God 
being so far away in the sky, caressing his long, white beard. 
I imagined Him 
sometimes looking at the stars, 
forgetting to focus on His most important creation:...

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As a child, 
I always imagined God 
being so far away in the sky, caressing his long, white beard. 
I imagined Him 
sometimes looking at the stars, 
forgetting to focus on His most important creation: Earth. 
I wondered if His absent-mindedness caused all...

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We have five basic senses…which we use daily without thinking about them much
There’s seeing and hearing and tasting and don’t forget…smelling and touch.

Our senses are interconnected…into our life they’re totally infused…
but occasionally we’re asked..hypothetically
If we...

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Though not really that old, living piece of my face cut away,
Tissue sacrificed hoping that Basil cell cancer is cleared
Never much for the beach scene, a tan has just lost its appeal
And those chemical skin...

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He assembled in darkness the corroded horn
by familiarity and sense of touch.
Then cast as thunder into the empty night
long tones void of musical melody.
Sustained tones, fierce and woeful
in succession paraded the street.
Each note precisely chosen,...

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The fingers all pointed at the accuser, ME

I was charged with betrayal, for standing on an unwavering foundation of strength

My pillars of strength had no virtue or stadium to entertain and withstand the onslaught that...

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Let us put together a montage
Of aromas…In our minds

Perhaps of Juicy Fruit gum
Perfume, sweat or of Roses
Of rain on hot pavement
Of tar, surf and the Seaside
Of candies, pastries baking
Of gun smoke…and loam
And any and every...

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the tongue knows nothing
about the pleasure of the eye
it has not seen the sun set
or the moon rise into the sky

the eyes know nothing
of the joys of the ear
they cannot define melody
or explain what a...

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Beneath the deep blue ocean waves
In coral crevices, holes and caves
Exists a creature of the deep
There upon the rocks to creep
While through the water he jet propels
With muscles that contracts and swells

This invertebrate is soft...

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The soul as resident under the celestial tent,
where the pleasure spectator benches rent.
Flowered horses with petite ballerina,
cute monkeys with funny hats playing the concertina. 
Jumping tides marvel with saltos in the air,
swinging in perfect timing...

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I guess Im an old geezer, to me amazed by the first pocket calculator, but there 
are a few words or phrases that I cannot stomach.  They make me crazy (Like I 
ain't crazy...

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If i could

i would collect blades of grass, of
infinite supply
and have the sky place them where you step
so you can walk with mother nature, with green life inbetween your toes
a soft comfortable magic
wherever
whenever you wished

i...

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Boredom. 
Is it ever truly felt?
Would it be that nothing at all causes it?
Could it be that boredom only comes into existence
when your mind is gone?
For even if things around you seem to bore you,
There...

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The world of sight is when taken
Away, let of vision waken,
Let world of sound sharply shaken.

Way laid gets when my wander lust, 
Let me hear time’s footsteps in dust, 
Dawn’s birds wake me with song-filled...

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hold it in your hand,
feel its perfect weight
its size tempting your hand to clutch it
feel the cool tingle from the pads of your palm to the tips of your finger tips;
refreshing your sense of touch.
leave...

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