Matchbox Poems - Poems about Matchbox

...spotlight breathes dances fist of faces flashing in a dingy bar where we all are the world corralled managing on a fiesta of pita chips with Everything Hummus plus pectin gummies ......

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...The sky is a Luciferian estuary rolling and roaring in crimson flames, a twisted design of detonated debris, like splitting sighs from internal implosions, raining fragments of the past: matc......

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...Some time ago, when we were free to do;        ten I was, or twelve? I walked along a misty lane to school the etched patterns of ferns and trees   on my window when I awoke          now echoed ......

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...These past years I have progressively lost My inner child People Trust Friendships Battles Myself. But I learned, To make myself valuable Not available Stand up and fight Struggl......

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...I stand in my candle holder With a wick upon my shoulder. My place is by the window... Listening to the wind blow. Seasons come and go with pass... Changing opposite the glass. Sunrises through......

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...Moon's midriff chequered with light blue letterboxes and legos Carbon-dating the museums of our miniature hands riding the nightingale jukeboxes, Contoured in concertos of glacier nightgowns and ......

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...These past years I have progressively lost My inner child People Trust ......

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...Screen springs to life Icons populate digital landscape There in the middle sits that little box Please enter your password Thinks what was it? Do you want a hint? Who was your best friend in......

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...I am hungry, Like a matchbox girl in December, Threadbare and falling apart, Shivering as I stand alone. I am hungry, Like a teenage girl in front of a mirror, Pinching her skin and breathing......

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...And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said: Speak to us of children And he said: Oh multitudes of children Sensually sensitive (1) O piece of my liver - my dewy hair, My day - m......

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...You are a thousand miles of sheer delight, When I turn the key our passions ignite, Firing off a strong robust heart that's yours, My knees weaken waxing your sleek contours, O' my splendiferous,......

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...Dawn develops with snowflakes It also commences with sunny glow The peak stands with green bushes with some small fleece like folks. Fleece folks with Liliputs owners grazing with passion. There ......

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...The Little Tykes The little tykes, They’re early trained To hold onto little bags — To carry their collected needs, Or special treats, Or found symbols of imaginings To be kept for them alo......

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...A thousand years ago or more or perhaps last year or a mere four decades ago mind arose from its hibernation and it knew it was awake. There have been times when sleep came yet again (about 10......

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...As children we revelled in nature’s playground Lying in cool grass watching clouds sail by Sharing with playmates ‘treasures’ we’d found Caterpillars, beetles - a dead dragonfly Jars of black tad......

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