Pio Poems - Poems about Pio

...Quantum Superposition ”A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured.” we know now that light is both a particle and a wave as ethereal vibra......

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...At the moment the 7th trumpet blows, Ill be ready. May judgement come. We already know the bottom line about me. No surprises, will wrath recognize me? Will my disgust for humanity weigh heavy? The......

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...Two seeds in heart compete to be fed with mercy or vengeance oh mystery of consent one blooming in sweetness petal fragrance joy of honeybees and butterflies elegance nestling bi......

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...John Doe Buried 1913 (estimated age 35) When Death opened its revolving door, And pulled my screaming soul in, I found out the truth. So, here it is fellow citizens of Whittier town, Both......

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...John B. Jackson 1880-1911 Norma knew. Norma, my erstwhile friend of a thousand hunts; Only she knew the feel of my beading thumb, As we sought out promising locales, and Our clever quarry, fr......

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...The Miracle Worker He had chosen his path amidst a rainbow in the dark A chosen road in which to cross amidst the misery & sod Padre Pio was such man with an intense heart & plan He trusted ......

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...Leander Skumfeldt 1864-1916 Truly my friends Dying was my greatest fear, while alive. My most dreaded Most detested of future experiences. Dying, finally, was my greatest achievemen......

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...My Little Detective I saw and first heard It roared like T-rex and whistled like bird Underneath the wooden stand shall appear A finely built little boy wearing a crew cut hair Far away ......

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...Turning on the TV Wonders how they do it Why they need to flee Is a matter you know your mother wit When the world is calm Somewhere out there needs your help Who could hear them, and make be......

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...Ethel Hurst 1889 – 1918 I saw the town rise up Like a single blade of grass after a spring rain. I played a multitude of hop-scotch games With my best friend Hannah on Penn Street. And sipped a hun......

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...St. Padre Pio Through emmense silence amidst the swell of violence Take Good care of those he loves; In certain strange ways in curiosity With human love one can learn to equate Yet for Pad......

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...Romancing Distant Moments I am romancing with distant moments Distance, I keep trying to connect by dreaming In a time difference, so hard to get a full time so meant For my child and wife, I l......

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