Plumbed Poems - Poems about Plumbed

...I will fast and ask the Lord..In prayer petition and happy Accord 'for an awakening in the world and land of my birth' a turn To God and away from the dearth.' The depths they have Plumbed in popu......

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..."Love is the strongest force in the universe." Can this statement be proven true? If I were to begin a search And write down a hypothesis What parameters should I observe? Can love be se......

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...Melancholy passed those grey purple sandstone faces glowing on an ember sun in the old mahongany buick we used to drive in down those highway lines that struck fast with their electric yellows ......

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...pounding grinding drilling sawdust plumbing scraps empty boxes strewn from bedroom to bathroom and everywhere in between ... a miner's shanty once propped up on timbers with no firm......

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...words form in a flurry bleeding saccharine too too much all the crushed kaleidoscope colours signature pastels and sparkling vibrants, a tenderfoot cherry, with little of life yet to go by, s......

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...It is always there, never quite within range where the mind can snare some shadowy form, or shape an outline and hold it long enough to name. It waits for the sun to go down and the evening......

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...1. arrogant conceit - haiku’s meaning is province, owned by its readers 2. God’s movement’s verbal - pictures cannot be haiku one-offs have seasons? 3. haiku definitions are joke, exper......

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...I can hear the slow thump and thrash of a ship's propeller churning the dark and see the sheer black wall of a hull slide by, gathering the river in like a skirt, then releasing a train of ......

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...Near forty years, I plied my craft, Anticipated each new day. Indeed, most nights, I would have laughed To think that I’d just walk away. I delved in magic in my time I plumbed the depths with......

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...She’d kissed a lot of boys, and some kissed great, but few of those guys understood romance. She thought she knew what kissing style was best, but she had not yet met the boy from France! Into ......

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...DROWNING IN SOLITUDE Wishing my way home. Cold wind, soul-drenching. Time’s tick slows as we near overhead track, Drowning in solid dark. Turn collar back - Grimy solitude breathing......

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...The Boys in The Back By Sy Roth The right hand turned the waters 360 degrees Then another willful rotation Until the bubbling chicken-fatty waters splashed over the sides While the boys in the......

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...Is Friendship Just a Delusional Fiction? Is friendship a lifeboat that floats on convenience? Can we all divorce who we like with a gesture that’s less than a wave on a l......

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...Tender emerald realm ... lungs of the earth to span a continent, wide - jade labyrinth of wonder and mystery. Like a serpent, its watery namesake winds and slithers, the strength of its back, u......

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...Tides will lecture us, obtrusively, to our faces, & it's moments like these we unearth probity in outlooks and lookouts to crack the skulls of coconuts. some lives have small windows, & we, li......

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