Parrish Poems - Poems about Parrish

...The sting of death that awaiteth thee, That, chisel out the stone of the tablet, Given unto Moses by God to let it be known This was just an introduction that yee Might understand the evil that l......

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...??Isaiah 14:12-23 KJVAAE?? [12] How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations! [13] For thou hast said in thin......

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...Oh, God how patient is your outstretched hand Giving one a way to come to know you From leading one out of captivity Giving an escape from the enemy Only that one shall return to be held captive ......

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...We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain, where our forerunner, Jesus, has entered on our behalf. He has become a high priest for......

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...Ah... tis nothing greater than... malfunctioning heater on that brisk winter day recorded here as proof positive regarding following reasonable rhyme. While scrolling thru poems crafted y......

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...Versus me (chilling as an outsize ego freezer) profusely perspiring and heavily panting experiencing one after another stuff whet dreams are made frolicking in autumn mist (think Maxfield P......

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...I recline in gentleness to view the harvest moon rising in a Maxfield Parrish sky My heart, my soul floods with feelings of longing that the daylight hours deny. A restless sadness, a disc......

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...As she places her hand over his heart, The promise kept meant more than being apart, She never cared about social views, She honored the love in her heart that was true, His heart was more import......

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...Aunt Dorothy Funeral Written by Mel Brake "And then, I will rise nor more sorrow no more pain and then I will rise when he calls my name.." I thought about my nephew at Aunt Dorothy's funer......

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...Poet: Ken Jordan  (Story) Story: Old Smoky Number 9 Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: November/2012 There's a mystic breeze softly flowing down a  dirt road not far from where I live.  In ......

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...I read the screenplay that you stepped from, Off the vellum sheets of winter snow, A hood of white fur framed your face, When the outside world struck five below. Your blue-eyes traced by black m......

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...I wanted Maxfield Parrish For you and with only you A dream I know A laugh to you? Oh, how it couldn't be. Now, there's been no point For a long time for any apologies As much as I want to ......

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