Ninth Poems - Poems about Ninth

There was a dark fog Just after the big blast. To see the beauty of His art He commanded for there to be light. The fog spread, the skies parted for the sun And there it lay, complete clarity. Like a woman with no earrings There was a deficiency in the beauty. Why does everything crawl and...

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Greedy vine spirals smother monoliths Spider fern moss, fairy forest vertical Soaks in secrets, promise admonished Water trawled crevice, creek cervical Church canopy arch angel honours ...

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Her spell remains over me 44 years later Once a bumblebee has kissed the nectar of Snapdragon The creature is fever of succulence She says, “You kiss so softly I think it’s a thing with guys with braces My name is Bob.” That’s quite a coincidence After our third day at Civitan camp in Albion High school awaits us all this fall Someone...

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outside my front door millions of raindrops fall down a distant rumble...

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The rulers' wild minds and beast masks on tight Were veiled in the looming night of their hands Even their knees could not run from the plight Air burned with a mother's cries across lands Soothed by kings' raining tears across the sands The planets and stars were splashed with Christ's blood The sun blotted out by their tearful...

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Mama taught me to remember the celebrations The ninth spoke to me Remember me Remember him, who sits alone with his purple urn Her ashes, not the same The clinks and cheers, a shame Her lips would sip from his glass He’d plant a kiss The honor, we miss Now, near her frame, her smile inhabits the room, but mama’s presence is ash, contained Wedded bliss so missed 1/12/2022...

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While rifling through outdated poems of mine some written quite a number of years ago, the following mewing effort, I decided to post for all purring cyber surfers linkedin to the webbed, wide world to read. Prince Of A Cat - Ninth Life Long Since Spent Preface to this brief bitty written snap ting snapshot – word ditty dates back before I...

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duskfall creature, tipsy on the blood of the covenant, tell me, when did you pull the ninth card? when your fangs grew in and your eyes grew tired, what made you build the castle walls? the sunlight burns, you protest, every silver-backed mirror a reminder to forget. close the books, put down your stakes, because the real world doesn’t work like that, creature of...

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Nine Mother's Days have come around since the day when you perished. The many years that we spent together are something that I'll always cherish. You were such a great person because you cared. When you died, I learned that life can be so unfair. You were a wonderful mother and that's why I celebrate Mother's Day. I knew that...

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Today is April Twenty-ninth By Franklin Price 04/29/2020 Today is April twenty-ninth, two days away is May Is Covid 19 dying, or has it come to stay? Most of the world still has it, we've all been made to pay We've shut down our economies, been made to stay away The virus came from China, then it spread to other lands In hopes...

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How fast the years did clip and leap away, till your Earth orbitz count ninety decades + uno journeys orbited around mister sun encompassing metaphorical magnum opus figuratively paginated bound compendium, whereby chronology Boyce Brandon Harris also known as papa san 'pon being drafted his six foot 2 inch tiptop chiseled physique (musculoskeletal frame shrunk) dada fought the good fight one among many raw...

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February Twenty-ninth (published 4:11 AM) By Franklin Price 02/29/2020 February twenty-ninth Comes by but every four I write this poem to tell you Why it doesn't come by more The Earth rotates around the Sun I would like to make that clear To return to where it started Its travel takes about a year Rotating on its axis, The Earth makes night and day Three-sixty-five of...

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This is a day to celebrate When memories come back to mind Every little thought provokes something Never sadness just blessings to find Twenty-nine is the magic number Years that we've spent so much in love Nothing can take these thoughts ever away Indeed thank God for fitting us like a glove Now we can look back with much fondness There were wonderful days...

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Of The Famed Labors Of Hercules ninth poet, poet dedication series, Emma Lazarus Through Time's mesmerizing and meandering paths, Colossus of heroic worship rightly praised, He that vented his strength and fought with half-god wrath; Mighty Son of Zeus, his feats that this world amazed, Carved in stone, sculptor Vincenzo de’ Rossi hand Paid for by Cosimo I de’ Medici's gold, A Titan...

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Preface to this brief bitty written snap ting snapshot – word ditty dates back before I reached gritty age of eight and fifty, aye recall a kitty rescued by my youngest sister, who took pity and felt aghast, at a potential cruel fate no witty. Upon return home from an Antioch College coup (so many diverse work experiences required - some involving offal...

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