Nor Poems - Poems about Nor

No Colours Nor Lilies Painted in grey no colours nor lilies there's hope there's pain amidst the wind and storm "Life" pinned me in blue. One month passed. The new walk in like a gentle guest, hopes on it worries cast aside, I take a step and stride; my boulders are too immense to shoulder, beyond my strength, beyond my vision 'like a dream. In glimmer of hope I embrace my path, a...

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A rare crescent when comes to be, Moon’s silver so scant comes to be. No fragrance from some comes to be, From some a foul scent comes to be. No use digging into the past, The same old repent comes to be. Break mirrors nor try to look in, Image nigh but bent comes to be. If ye look...

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I don't desire mountains, Nor do I desire coasts But I hope when I knock your door, Death, You would be a gracious host. When I come to meet you Death, I hope you would be kind. And shoulder to carry me, None I'd need to find. I hope when I lay there, There would be people who would...

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The intellect will not solve our problems, nor will it feed the soul with the essence of eternal life; we often lose ourselves in the whirlwind of an extraordinary world that we do not truly see. The leaves dancing in the mysterious wind remain unseen, and the grass untouched by our hands, for we do not feel the...

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a door creaks inward, the sky folds in, saying not leave nor enter not lost, not quite returned my hands forget their kedge, stillness 'neath the murmur somewhere between blur and flame a yes dissolves into never, I mistake the hush for an answer Tesla 3-6-9...

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In the light I see the dark. As blank as the silence is in my heart Moving on I feel nothing but a lot I know inside I am neither fresh nor rot. Days I spend thinking about my own life Whose wish is a happy dad and his living wife A lively home and a peaceful room Where I write every...

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In the light I see the dark. As blank as the silence is in my heart Moving on I feel nothing but a lot I know inside I am neither fresh nor rot. Days I spend thinking about my own life Whose wish is a happy dad and his living wife A lively home and a peaceful room Where I write every...

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Incessant flagellation no longer torments nor assails psyche of mine... until courtesy amazing grace interceded in the doggone guise of Canis lupus familiaris unwittingly timely deliverance videre licet as an unconditionally loving emotional support animal. Emotional and financial crucifixion synonymous with being figuratively nailed to the cross or flayed into a bloody pulp, which damning punishment linkedin to joint checking account being sucked dry as an...

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Surrounded by immortal elders at the at the door to heaven I hear a voice of silence whispering in a solemnly tone. That we have been blinded by the aesthetic fallacy Planted hemlock leading to eternal mortal as a price A warning from moses' will be witnessed before it's time to rise I'm traumatic and terrified, I close my...

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Sadly my grandmother is not on earth and many that shaped this my feelings rose to a fever pitch thinking about their love for us my summertime vacation time to the country every year traveling from the city to the family estate house to house aunts and uncles differemt places where my grandmother and...

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We can’t make all the bad things good Just knowing all that didn’t should We can’t wish what stays real away Or lie to keep the truth at bay Yesterday today tomorrow yield The leavened ‘Word’ forever sealed Ad infinitum minus one Salvation’s path — is zero sum (Sister Marcella: 8th Grade Religion Class, 1962) ...

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I'VE IN CONSTANT CONTACT WITH EHE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION SINCE 1985 I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO FEAR OF CORRUPTION BRUTALITY ABUSE OF POWER INTIMATION NO FEAR OF BULLYING ANGRY THAT THE REPEAT VIOLENT MEXICAN GANG LEADER MAN DIE HARD DRUG MANUFACTURING BRUTAL BEATINGS BRUTAL STABBINGS FICTICIOUS WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHT IDENTITY FRAUD ARSON MURDER OF...

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Neither Dumb Belle nor dumbell: The Search for Personal Identity. Made in His image Divine, one and one equals two The differences plain and simple in design Does not "Woman" mean "Female Man," From First Man her origins taken? Together strong and flexible In time they find each in and as the other Indispensible to humankind's survival A perfect pair in God's...

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I cannot find her in the crowd, nor on the streets my steps know well, Only in the hidden corners of the mind, where dreams are born and die like butterflies, A face I have never seen, yet feel sculpted in my soul, As if she were part of me, written in the invisible lines of my deep...

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__________________ O what ye have been doing here? I’ve been watching my life pass by. Just that and nothing else? Why, is not it enough? _________________ O man, ye just cannot afford to be A mute pair of banks on meditation Forever watching the river flow by, Nor yet a stone getting grounded as sand, Ye better watch this life of yours pass by And...

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