Peruses Poems - Poems about Peruses

...behavior becomes boredom or bait or bestial badges. behavior becomes passion, penalty, or pleasure. like masked owls some are turning temperatures made tragic. like dying by breath or knit to knots m......

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...Thus the pure flow peruses bounds of avarice flowing highways and typewriters......

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...Smeared Sign Snakes’ slivering skins smothered in slimy oil of temptation Immersed inundated intrigued of intricate ill tempered shine Go forth and multiply your ferocious frolicking fortune......

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...Mary Worth’s Secret You’ll see her snow white hair With a bound round bun in the back. She’s traversing the shopping mall, Un-noticed now by one and all. Blue flowered calico is what she wea......

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...Paralyze thinking to hide in shadows Tremored breaths of relentless thought Changing haunts but remains constant presence White creeps of dark illusions create false imprints Putting scary inte......

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...Institutional Jargon Strait lined jacket, A wheelchair line-up peruses the pasty walls In synchronized fashion Secured by schedule Where the pristine uniform Clicks heels and strides with p......

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...The Silvery Scenes By Stark Hunter The silvery scenes, Above the sensuous Mexican bloom, Of transcendent yellow, red and orange, Back there – in the digesting side garden, Next door......

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...Alone he sits with the copy he owns of the Zohar on the table He yearns for unity with the divine the Cabalist seeks to understand the permutations of the ineffable na......

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...He gazes upon gracious beauty perform my ripe flower, my willow, for him only, who pays, do your duty dressed in your kimono of wild indigo, play your melodic tunes, dance, sing, while he sur......

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...Gardens – After Dark Buddha sits stoically observing his garden. The Gnomes snore as the Fairies toss and turn asleep on the soft petals of flowers. The impish Pixies party with the flashy fir......

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...Midnight groans so quietly From a tower far below, Stars within the pathway Give off a charcoal tinge, And darkness roves, alone Farther than my throbbing glance And moves back into a shade Li......

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...A mature woman in Victorian attire, peruses the works of Emily Dickson: does her spirit speaks on every line? Brightness is absent, only a glitter of hope at the beginning of dawn.......

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...A mature woman in a white and blue dress peruses the memorable works of Emily Dickson who was an unhappy person confined to a lair... a poetess who narrated dire and loneliness; no brightness was......

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...Late September the hills ring with bellows as stags roar their challenges with gusto collecting up the does into large herds ready to give battle to the very death. Walkers be wary as you too a......

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...The community cemetery adjoined the rear fence-line of his property. Broad, rolling green acres landscaped with varieties of shrubbery and trees. Monuments in lines, rows, and diagonal patterns. ......

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