Overlooking Poems - Poems about Overlooking

"She reassured me with an unfamiliar line." Love is a mystery school, yearning for sages well able to reckon sixes from nines. True wits should elect sin's disbursements rather than reflect on love's scenes of rushing bunglers. Love is sick, blind, unkind. Aren't we cruel? She chided: brush your flapper, dying blue between that pair of cheese crackers. Remove the Devil's Pitchfork...

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~ A field overlooking an arbor of jasmine where butterflies play midst the fragrance of love Bluebonnets smile as they hide from the clover that bask in the sun from the heavens above Blissful, we stroll down a pathway concerto as melodies whisper from sycamore trees Lyrics returning each echo of springtime, when daffodils danced in the harmonic breeze Holding your hand neath the shade cast of morning, while...

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He searched every street in town but his own, Ignoring his best friend who loved him so For a perfect wife, who would make a great home, His soulmate put there by angels years ago…....

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My house up on the hill overlooking the brook With a spectacular look He will appreciate what awaits On the other side of the gate My little angel thinks our house is the first-rate That it was our fate that brought us to this special place To begin our life free of sin as we...

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overlooking seems to be what we do: overlooking the reality of the field luminous..peaceful.. and available the substance of all our days.. famous teachers some acknowledged as gods and gurus are just like you and I but with a realization (followed by notoriety) of the overlooking and a simple waking to what is being overlooked..always available to you and I......

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I came to rest upon a hill overlooking a valley And off in the distance deer gathered in a rally The clouds above me seemed to breeze by in lazy fashion As I sat here conflicted with my latest passion My life is a like a rose that lost all its petals Leaving behind only thorns and twisted metals I thought...

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Overlooking our Identity This is the activity in which each of us engage.. Overlooking our Identity as expanse and expanding confining it to a constraining cluster of perceptions and thoughts.. Until!: we notice the caging and the confinement sounding freedom's call......

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A pain Overlooking From under of the door sills Overlooking suffering Uniqueness of paddle in heart Closed of the doors Oh, Tears lamb Which stray from herd We too Until now, trying to cut of crying ropes We caught up Did not come a taste of happiness We sold in the slave market Looking to new hope....

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Somewhere way up high on a mountain top standing out on a rose covered balcony in the shadow of the moon's shadow overlooking the sea... well I reach back into my memory and pull you back through my poetry in solitude like a night bird with my cape pulled up around me tight now Somewhere In The Mountains Overlooking The Sea by the...

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In a bright studio overlooking the noisy street, I hide from the living to write with a frantic beat; loud voices and sounds will subdue before dark... very sweet is the the melody of the lonely lark. Even when it snows, the view is quite awesome: watching snowflakes slowly come down and dress trees in glistening white...one can feel lonesome when...

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As i close my eyes and narrate my dream It would be my wish, my dream supreme We meet at Williams Lake in BC Canada Flying in from our corners of unhappiness As we drive to the mountains, to our wanting address We head for Mount Robson, through the Fraser Pass Our destination is a wonderful log cabin What a place to...

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Miles....cross rivers oceans and seas mankind bleeds our own....caught up placed in bodybags " somebody is overlooking us " tears flooding our streets screams echoing " That's Enough " " somebody is overlooking us " Abomination, destruction, poverty madness leaking into our water streams Poison attached to our food supply Addiction scatching at the surface poverty camped out by our back door " somebody...

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