Long Stouter Poems

What Holds More Resplendent Gifts Of The Great And Vast Beyond

Seas of poetry orations, I once took my swims
being strong in spirit, stouter in heart and lithe of limbs
What dread had I of illness or...

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My pearl of great price,
Will not be a sacrifice,
The love of my life,
My sacred wife,
Her named is Pearl,
She will have nothing to do with Earl,
Of the carnal world,
For she is strictly, My Pearl!
She is my...

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One fine late midnight coils back the whole universe 
And asks me in eager voice, what is the source of the race of man?
In sotto voice i whisper in his ears that it is God...

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Vast skies, the tiny drop’s soul now ascending
Dying, to heaven helplessly heading
On the ground,a corps, dried, into vapor turning.
Hard-hearted heat, its flesh mercilessly still biting.

A condoling cloud the driblet’s life saving
Caring,on its back with compassion...

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Sunlight sweeps above the dale, while shades of Heather lift their veil
Then gentle mist of morning swirls, enhancing dawn with nature's pearls
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Songbird's flight encircles glen, to spot late crawler's search for den
Yet...
Not all that dwells...

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I cannot say with any certainty
why it came to me, then, there,
but it came to me
unexpected as birth.
The kitchen was bright as the summer
and comfortable as the paving
next to the swimming pool.
Our hosts were pleasant...

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I've struck a snag after a long develops steps.
To a recent attitude over alliance depth,
I investigate this frightening atmosphere.
On top, winning expresses me insecure.

 Because of my hearty assurance, I'm here today.
Divine grace has favored...

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Foam is formed--A shape appears.
   It seems to be a boat---An upside down boat-

   Glass is cut ---Resin is spread,
   Becoming stouter with every hour,
   Layer after...

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I love it when the flowers
Talk to one another.
They don’t use formal greetings;
Call each other sister or brother.
They talk about the weather
And their need of rainwater,
But they never complain
Should others’ stems be stouter.

They whisper sweet...

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Are not Irish Eyes
always smiling?
IN the Blamey
at the stone – at the family
pub, celebrating life’s cheering,
brawling, grinning, deeply etching
proud ethnic tone – in the 
lilt of his sweet tenor; even in 
the brave sorrows, those...

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With every extra inch into darker depths
Wherein lean lot's venomous fang bites,
I brave worse pains and stings that rise
Past all steel into hitherto unfelt heights.

Every fresh day calls exacerbated fears
That trim stouter hope and fuller...

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Methinks all antediluvian Love was
Whiter than snows atop higher tors;
And with more troth dudes did kiss
Purer maidens for pleasanter bliss.

I deem Art shortly after Noah’s Ark
To have been of better-spun spark; 
And bards of far...

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Now we are in a battle turf
A big warfare is on its way,
Whole world has been sobbing
We lost all the hope of ray.

People have been dying like creature
Human chain becoming so weedy,
A country with no...

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I must have marched the Appian Way
in triumph, for I hear the drums again,
and I am called by stouter hearts
to march among the men

who make their peace with death
and breathe it in the fight,
as seeping...

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