Outlander Poems - Poems about Outlander

...The Skye Boat Song from Starz series, "Outlander", a book series written by,: Diana Gabalden Find me a lad that will give me his hand protect me with body and soul Blood of my blood, bone of my bone He vows in the Gailic of old ......

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...Light my way, O autumn skies. Tough turbulence, roll, soul. Endeavor, smoky skies. Wanton, golden bowl? Veer. Rapture, raptor hawk? Gibbous frost, allure, dark moon. Cloud castles, arrive through......

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... Street light blinks in timing, winking at the seeker kind. I am an outlander from another place another time. Everyday signs, give arcane message, a decrypted and privileged-......

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...Stars of Clarity It's a mysterious nonmystery. As I contemplate numberless stars with the same mind that counts out my correct change at the checkout stand at the supermarket I am baffled b......

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...The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat, Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic; The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beat......

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...Outlander center An equal, mood firmness sneak on the heartedness......

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...A thought to dare-dancing in shadow-light dreaming. Eyes wet with the unseen, a forbidden gleening. If only unforseen. Within golden breast heaving, rib expanding in unison with destiny's......

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...Stream-ing in the Time of Covid-19 we are in mandated private isolation my preoccupied muse and I even though I plead and threaten her not a single poem will she try she is silent and stubbo......

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...Suspended with roses, a garter and courage. Her wispy white costume blows in the breeze. Silky vibrations as she sways her bodice — the Rapunzel-princess of the swinging trapeze. Br......

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...I am an Outlander Who lives on a high hill Overlooking a man-made lake That once was a rapidly rushing river Along whose banks the Ozarks Bluff Dwellers and the Osage and then Delaware Hunted, f......

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...Carved and hued In solid bed rock are locked the voices Echoes of the ancient past, blood shavings of symbolic Expressions, that whispers ever so softly within the desert Winds, beneath our crypti......

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