Mover Poems - Poems about Mover

Deeper rivers Flow in silence Moving under....

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Anytime she passes through trees another making it gardens. First meeting hurt her to imagine. She knows it's not right but she keeps him right. Loving him with all her might. Only for or him to hurt and break her back. Watching her always bark. Showing her another he got. She thought what had she got not. Pass through hell stones perhaps she...

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Quote:" "Soul Mover" (by Glenn Hughes) I am a soul mover I came on here to make you groove I am a soul mover I'm making you want to move And I feel it, yeah And I feel it Move, move, move, move, yeah." In the quiet of the midnight air, I hear the echoes of soul...

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In twilight’s hush, where shadows gently blend, Glenn’s voice ignites the night, a guiding spark. From Deep Purple's "Burn," his echoes send A blaze of soul that leaves a lasting mark. He sings of dreams pursued and battles fought, In Sabbath’s thunder and Purple’s flame. His lyrics carve a path, with...

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Written: January 25, 2024 __________________________________ Amidst this idiocy of guess and hear,  a dulcet note I caught is quite clear. An epiphany is set to occur tonight, With melodies playing. What a sight! Unseen, I'm both weak and strong, I shall be buoyed by your sight...

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Leave a man to him and his words and telescopic terrains will open, as splendid as the midwinter constellations sprayed in a barbarous sublimity across the sky, with the serene orb of Jupiter hanging unflickering over the land. They tell us language is but a cruel game, an endless warren of pinball deflectors fit for Ariadne but not the sensibilities of mortals. But...

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He's a Mountain Mover The God of Abraham Isaac and Isaac There ain't nothing He can't do May Christ dwell in you And your heart pure hearts by faith Being rooted and grounded in love We harvest in the plentiful But thise the laborers are few It's alright it's okay God will make away He's a Mountain...

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M-over and shaker person E-agerly persuades the gray; L-eading the way to mirth, Y-es, toward the better day. G-reat shaker and mover person A-ims to influence the blue; L-ooking for a pleasant place, L-iving in a lovely view. A-s the third of September M-eets the rising beacon; O-pening the morning for S-haker and mover person....

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God, the voice of Scriptures’ command Moves my service* with love-demand Along His mercy’s prodding drive For me to do my best...

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The artist prepares to satiate the feeling he has inside, the grip of existential energy that is an idea being born. For colors already in mind he picks out the cans of paint, and scurries around for a brush and a bit of blank canvas. Then begins the war where inspiration battles the hand, and the paint is moved around...

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THE PAINT MOVER Artist In the brilliants I grasp my brush Blending color so glorious THE PAINT MOVER Artist My tints, shadows, and hues Transposed such a view THE PAINT MOVER Artist And when I’m done with this work For I am an artist And I paint with a brush and other objects My works are stared at…people come go see'em At...

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HOPE, THE PAINT MOVER The patterned palette clasping the melted rainbow doesn’t take time to dry as streaks of colored bone if the amateur painter waits long and doesn’t know how to choose the colors fast and select their tone. The blank canvas waiting silent on the slanting easel, the unpainted bare face wrinkles in creeping wet air if the unsure moody...

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He leaves his silent signature on every piece of art Not seeking worldly profit or acclaim, Yet touches of perfection often set his work apart And witness to his honourable name. He moves his painter’s palette from the east unto the west From north to south he coats the sweeping land. His artistry is limitless and stunningly expressed With every brushstroke marvellously...

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Vanishing varnish kindly stood the test of time in sweet and salty impermanence A boat shed overgrown and faded into significance of messages and meaning of rays and days going by and moving on And nights of course with moon and stars abiding wheels of life’s abundance The window graced with murky shades of innocence where a young man had written ‘I love you’...

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Toward heavenly standard the Lord propels me wisely Moving me to paint with words about His greatness Along worship's awe at His supreme omnipotence From worldliness' view devoid of biblical regard… He guards my pen of publication against deceit and lies So I can present a masterpiece of truth worthy of His commendation! Toward virtuous ways the Lord ushers me thru...

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