Purposes Poems - Poems about Purposes

She wears her hair this outrageous way to try and put off adults. She has no use for adults, they lie, and they are mean. All adults? She thinks so Due to her experiences. She dyes her hair an odd red color, and she poufs it up. Forming clouds which she sticks yellow carnations in. No one wears their hair like this! Except...

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an old piano child size lays in the garbage heap its body broken its innards hanging out on the frame like the ribs of a skeleton broken into pieces its ivory keys are separated and cover the ground its poor, in bad condition and cheap to many not worth repairing for most purposes it is dead only to be...

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PURPOSES loose   &free everything   &    no thing verbalized  peeling splendour fading    an absence of atmosphere solid  & audtere squashed by the  natural into the occasional by the   traditional teased into the surreal...

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When the sun sets, flecking clouds with diaphanous light and birds whistle daytime’s last summer psalms, we call it night. We’re moonbathing and Sunny’s features are inlaid with glamorous silver-blue patines. We’ll reawaken soon, our time is measured in assignments, not in hours, days or even seasons. Responsibility is a villain of our own devices. You can...

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O God of the universes of Creation as a whole I raise my hands; and open my heart and soul.' Prostrate I call upon your power, to bless my Friends in these long dark hours' these days Long abhorred stand now at their doors, I ask You gird their spirits with strength; enlighten their Minds that they drive hence' each...

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Poetry has its perceptions imposes itself upon silence and fulfill voids of the heart ... All its way is ethereal and charming and then walk with eyes of spirit and hands of humanism.. For being emotion live to offer peace and joy for free... Poetry is magnanimous, does not aim for laurels nor subserviences... Wish so only being verse and poet for the life... !...

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Squeezing out a saturated rag. Torn asunder, pieces of a heart. Head, eyes, lips, arms — sore-sag. I’d thought I’d known weeping. I was only dreaming; nightmares hidden in caves, silently creeping. A mime’s hand, waving away his smile, pocketed in eternity’s change purse. “Geez,” muttered, as a flood beguiles. Tempest, no longer outside home’s border. It’s kicked in the door! Like a king it...

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VIDEO/AUDIO on YouTube above. NOTE: On the video; double-click to enlarge, and/or, right-click for the drop-down menu and click on 'Loop' for auto-repeat, click settings and pick the highest level for quality viewing. VIDEO: Lyrics in English and Arabic (double click the video to widen screen) AUDIO: "Desert Caravan" by Aaron Kenny PHOTO: News Bugz The Purposes of...

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Content in my reason, I indulge my future distress Feckless friends and fiends lie...together Our homemade misery surmounts Indeed, we do have a habit of making habits This Intention for contention is our invention A fleet of reckless daggers flow from my mouth I decimate past and present alike Thus, the future flees from my nearsighted discourse My dreams vehemently elude themselves far...

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Beauty so she was. Kind so she was. Ugly beautiful, beautifully ugly so she was. Strong, divine- tired of time, so she was. Lost in a huge small world. No difference between, happiness and misery. Nothing to say- yet, full of words, so she was. The world so blinded; however, the truth is easy to feel. Purposes are ultimately opinionated, so, is my purpose creativity?...

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Purposes for a Probe May be many purposes for a probe; Should hear about in each ear lobe; Another rumor; He hates Schumer; Horrible Trump has been a homophobe. Jim Horn...

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Original New Yorker Intents and Purposes So who did you expect to actually elect, Vandana Shiva? from Uniting Constitutions of MotherTrees Tribes and groves grow forests together forming more therapeutically perfect Unions of unity yin-flowing integrity, not quite so much uniformity of Yang's violating offensive strengths for deductively commodifying financial quantities of economic justice as real estates for all, yet blind to yin's qualities of restorative ecotherapeutic mercy for our best-intending...

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Two fawns Twins Siblings Innocent and sweet Headed to dangers unknown to them A warning from a stranger Mother arrives Babies play at her feet Mother knows best Always Toward the danger she leads No fear No doubt Just instinct In and out of danger she leads them Confident Alert Determined Lessons to be learned The stranger holds their breath It is then At this moment It is learned Control is not theirs to be...

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Poems Serve Many Purposes Poems I understand can be confusing; Are no firm rules you should be using; Mine can be cure, And for sure endure; Are easy to read and may be amusing. Jim Horn...

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When a calm breeze, whiplashes trees, and the sun, hidden behind cloudy skies, casts deep shadows, then we need expertise to fix what’s not broken. Though it’s no surprise, to know our world has turned topsy turvy! When a swimmer braves, storm tossed waves of a serene and placid sea - smooth as glass. When a thrill seeker, to satisfy his...

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