Overlapped Poems - Poems about Overlapped

...Eroded, undercut, sagging for years beneath the weight of a dead sycamore, the bank gave way when the lake was closed and the dams opened up during the winter overflow, leaving the tree offsh......

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...SPONTANEOUS  ART My spontaneity   of pure chance style is to use paper on a handheld A4  clip board as a work board  &upon it use a 6 pack of 'primary   (no smudging/quick drying)  paint s......

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...And make you locks of effort, and give you some of my peanut butter after? Three dimensional you saw me and him, one siding loving and caring, wasting gifts and money, and mostly time. Because ......

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...1/23/24 These cats love to chat without knowing all the facts Rats still going splat inside traps In a flash swarms of gnats among the trash All kinds of bats with wings that flap before they......

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..."I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Three Christian Churches here used to play Their hymns rang out along the way They took turns with their chimes eac......

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...Let's entertain no doubt. This book was , but birthdays come around, and must be feted. Five brothers and one sister celebrated each other's anniversaries. Close-knit would hardly do us justice......

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...Woodland dells, giant trees Swallows swoop, defying breeze Jump to sailors and tattoos What part of time is a ruse The fact a tree, outlives a man But cannot hope or devise a plan Has no say on......

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...Praise to Aeneis ( Elyesa ) It was a power without measure, very humble! She had fallen into the Lot lake. Dried salts with the speed of the wind. A sharp Carthage. He was naked with the whol......

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...i like his poems cherish his life to wipe away his tears read his poems In his poems a few days ago I got that feeling And with a big heart, I bo......

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...The air When it pours, I dissolve. During heat, I resolve. I’m more amongst greens. I’m there in every scene. The coolest, never on rest. In motion, with no emotion. Neither fixed destina......

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...I think of every artist as a poet…I’m not being fanciful or quaint… their poetry is on their canvas…their verses overlapped in paint. Their capacity to see the poetry in a moment…and their abilit......

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...The Last Full Moon of the Season David J Walker Day of past days Once in the way of This today Hours of past hours Cataloged and Overlapped with Horrors of mirrors And old age In i......

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...Rosy rains still keep dapping on me, rippling into me, trickling in me My sentiment and sentimentality set into sediment like descending haze Settled, stagnated, then crystalized into concrete an......

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...My wife and I traveled here To walk on water With ice pics and an old shiver The Mackinaw Straits Where Huron and Michigan open their mouths Kiss and hiss Under the legs of the great suspensi......

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...motifs benday   pinpointed    raster dots  enlarged cliches cartooned nuanced  in new dimensions  the familiar  fantasized  stylised  ......

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