Plinths Poems - Poems about Plinths

...First blush fountain azimuth of hued rays wet patio shrub basket in the haze zealous heartland tower cry as life force celebrate and savour August rare days Magenta skylines cluster silken clo......

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...A couple of ruins leave the cathedrals nave and portico; it is always molting season, mice and beetles help they nibble and gnaw, wind-laborer’s, labor, their whiplash backs bent, to lever sla......

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...The precious ladder rested precariously on a pedestal of literature Sorted by width of their spines the book podium was high and wise It needed a few steps of non-fiction itself to give rise fo......

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...The grand, half-ruined Parthenon, once a sublime, Doric grace, Even now, in broken, stone blocks, always takes my breath away. The rich, classical detail, fluted columns without plinths, to ima......

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...Ever vailing; the eyes of this fearer. Shade of wispier shape; holds tight his gaze. Witching hour; moonlit tryst before his mirror. He loves alone; death 'tis the toll he pays. Father God abov......

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...Ten ping pong balls on a bed stout brewed in radiators. To exact temperatures of course. Lucifer Christopher cross dangling on beams. In towers. Known but unseen. In clear view of crystal goblets. Ch......

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...Kindly stick to digging pineapples in the future as magic dust particles can really only spring up in defense patterns. And is it really wise to deal cards in a high tide. Deliver not an oceanographi......

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...Aeolus God and Ruler of the Wind Summoned Aura and surveying her grinned Then proceeded to whisper in her ear Brought shocked expression, a falling tear "Please do not pursue the Aurai nymphs......

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...One score, And two for the Lord's of War On plinths of blunt steel disregard In parks and squares Tonight we feast on death's Camera pictures In broken frames Lest we tweak the matted curtains That......

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...For Shame Their cold bronze eyes stare out at us from busy thoroughfare Heroic gaze and presence met with apathetic stare The marble plinths now stained with piss record with misery Of truth an......

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