Rarely Poems - Poems about Rarely

BLESSINGS RARELY EXPLAINED I REVEAL ARE TRUE Friends, I admit this is true, Good News in Bible you’ve read. Though it’s blessings, rarely explained, Christ said ”world wide … truth spread.” News of God’s heavenly government, Christ commanded we preach! “God’s Kingdom come. God’s will be done’’ (1) on earth” … this truth said, “teach.” Kingdom’s God’s form of government, (2) scripturally, hope folks...

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It is ironic that those who guard the gates of poetry rarely, if ever, manage to enter into it themselves. I came in through a secret back door, a door hidden from the eyes of the world, where the waves of the sea whisper the secrets of time, and each ripple of the water tells...

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I am always in competition against myself, it is free. Playing word games, while I listening to the droning TV You do not even watch! My husband says amused. He is right. I use it like a radio, like we did in 1942. I can get much accomplished while I listen in. I have knitted and crocheted afghans during the...

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The people at school always hate me All of them? I ask him. He glares at me, endearing himself to me. I try to get some positivity out of him. It is a struggle. He rarely smiles. Usually when he is plotting the “accidental” hurt toward someone. I had never met an eight-year-old like this. I suspect his life is not wonderful, But I...

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poor & rich folks blame life circumstances, they are their daily rhythmic songs. September 27/2023...

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Sit with us! Have lunch with us! They are eager for me to sit in the teacher's lounge. I rarely want to, so I rarely do. All because of Curly Sue. Lunch conversation is completely monopolized. By this spoiled girl who was cannonized. By parents who forever pushed her to position prioritized. Her thoughts and ideas are often by them glorifi-zed....

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Mauritania is a country to which I don't often go 'cos my name is Santa ~ Ho, ho, ho! 90% of its territory is in the Sahara Desert to survive the heat, I'd have to remove my shirt Which, no doubt, would cause a commotion ...

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We never knew her real name, called her Ram Girl Bailey. She was fluffy like her namesakes, her life placid and boring. Stayed to herself, loving rams, nurturing them daily. She bleated like them, her empathy for them soaring. Ram Girl Bailey never married but was happier than others. She rarely had depressing days, anger or any strife. Spending her life...

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I never appreciate my good health until I get a disease, illness or infection, Then I pray and wish and hope to get her back. She flits away, laughing, for she knows I never appreciate her when she is here. I don’t even remember she exists until I get a disease, illness or infection. Maybe she has a deal with my...

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The truth is that people think I am the best listener in the world. I have mastered the face and the expressions of the most interested. I can toss out the best impression of a person who cares. I am doing it correctly, for waitresses sit down and tell me their story. I scoot over for waiters, hairdressers and...

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Soalas are listed as, critically endangered They are found in the mountains, of Laos and Vietnam and are known as, the Asian Unicorn by the Vietnamese and were only discovered in 1992, as something brand new The Soalas meaning, is “spindle horns”, in Vietnamese and they resemble a Antelope, with a white marked face They are a rarely seen mammal,...

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Beauty rarely seen Elegance and with such grace A smile that touches the heart Exuberant warmth over spilling with such ingredients to light the flame of my heart A tender love so bright and true A chemical reaction of the senses with just the lightest touch Hidden beneath the weight of childhood memories Ones that are to be left...

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When I feel my words under attack by a critic ...

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Could you be my dream more rarely, because we so often meet, but temple of dark's seen barely with sadness of yours that's sweet. And Seraph's laud is not sweeter than flattery of your lips. And name of my own does glitter for you in this calm eclipse. P.S. The poem is written under the influence of Anna Akhmatova....

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sassy sun shares her sordid secrets with few perhaps dainty rose bush in summer a glimmer offered to pumpkin in October nature’s season features strain to understand but sun reveals to only a favorite few, her ideals this December the oaks are straining to understand sun smirks, glowing on icy field covered with blue white snow one bunny has left streaks of...

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