Propellant Poems - Poems about Propellant

... In the shadows of my half-waked condition of terra firma- patronus renditioned, I mudder into your soil, snorkel into your swamp of inlet tributary, a flagellum personae , prosopopoeia explorae ......

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... In the depths of the cosmos, a river flows, a conduit, and vessel of prose, posing as condensation of Ethos. Moonbeams dance upon your ethereal ride. A portal to myst......

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... S tars perfectly align [cohabitation] e ndless-spaces posing, [a-vast] cosmic, ecliptic, dance of [c ast], at it's (station parting as chaotic entropy). P ulling g a laxies togeth......

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...When I thought of the fox he just escape out of the box; The spider laughed while running on his hands; It was heterodox insect with eight legs eating dark chocolate; There stood a the......

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...Place the void before me and I will cower Fill it and I will pulse with awe Neither pushes me down the path The winding way, that greenish-yellow place I once described in my inno......

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...I am not a sanctuary do not come to me for sanctuary, I am a supernova, the Saturn V rocket prepared to penetrate the highest blue sky with a 6.5 million pound payload ride, my rocket shell st......

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...He's love’s anvil Banging beauty with propellant power Bends no ear for mercy-- Body batters tempo hour after hour. He's love’s anvil Dashing dreams into the dust winds whirl them high......

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... At birth I started as an intense fire, With no man, given authority, to tame, For God, being my solitary propellant, Makes Him alone, keeper of my flame; But as burn time, on earth, p......

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...I see blank white snow drift expressions, My mind flames to life with one little spark. That is all it takes to wake this imagination. Hand arranges words as brain instructs. Mere though......

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...It’s something of a miracle, isn’t it, how words are plastic magic and can fly, given the proper propellant, which in my opinion is “need,” a compulsion to commit to paper or to a list......

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...the fuse is lit a kiss is the propellant our bodies are entwined on fire from accelerant and we burn white-hot but we burn too quick our liaison had a very short wick......

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... Being God's Pen Written: by Tom Wright 2006 Thoughts Promenade inside my head Absent of composition or direction, As water dollops on a heated griddle. I pass time exhuming notions ......

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