Observance Poems - Poems about Observance

Years flying by like the days of the week A blurring bullet train Moments memories hardly time to cement A record to fully retain I understand that being mindful of The nuance and play of the light The aroma and sound of each unique event Will serve to set this aright In a car crash once I saw time slow down to a...

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Tasked to continue smooth function of cult compound Sixteen svelte helpers of mindless vibrant physiche Hurl their determination found in daily frequency Milking cows, picking fruit, darning gowns Draped swathes of cotton smother love worthy curves Bunches clutched in fervent fists denote proactive Chores suppress boredom, hours fast elapsing Hushed among bustle, humbly built church Rhythmic teat pinching hands press...

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In the evening as I reclined, A screech owl came to my drowsy mind. He sat upon a peeled elm limb, And he looked at me, I looked at him. As I enjoyed the coral sunset, My owl sat in sepia silhouette. Morning will bring his sleepy call, And I'll rise with coffee for you all....

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Observance by Michael R. Burch Here the hills are old and rolling carefully in their old age; on the horizon youthful mountains bathe themselves in windblown fountains... By dying leaves and falling raindrops, I have traced time's starts and stops, and I have known the years to pass almost unnoticed, whispering through treetops... For here the valleys fill with sunlight to the brim, then empty again, and...

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She knew how to live She had a ‘Ruthian’ spirit That gave of her self With a bit question And discernment But gave anyway Her compassion Controlled the pathway She choose to travel Her heart was always vulnerable For she knew not How to guard herself From the possibilities Of grace Or the blessings That poured from the heavens To fill her storehouse With abundance, A love abundance It was not that she...

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Observance It is time for the crane to speak, ...

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This is our observed phenomenon report. It appears the earth people have a strange sport. They swing a wooden stick at a horsehide sphere. When it goes over the fence, it’s “outta here”. Move counterclockwise on a diamond-shaped field. Numbers on the scoreboard, a “run” is the yield. This is a strange earth custom that’s revealed. To athletic men, this is a...

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We fight this war as enemies Yet if we threw away are weapons We could be the best of friends We would never know We fight on impulse With a fear of slaughter and pain We came face to face We did not speak Only our fears fought I now stand above you Then kneel and close your eyes I have killed you I search...

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