Rock Salt Poems - Poems about Rock Salt

...I went with Dad, just us two, to the hardware store. We got replacement tubes for the TV, Sometimes, filters for the heater. He bought me Necco wafers - all different colors - priceless coins......

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...As Lot and his wife Left the city of Sodom Where gnosis flourished His wife heard Yaldabaoth’s wrath As the two lands burned Hearing the children crying Her heart made blood tears It ripped fr......

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... Should I search for you through lotuses of gold or climb pyramids of truth and go beyond the self? If I were Ghost of Amdapor, could I possibly un-clock the secret of a shadow bring......

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...Early morning - snow scattering Landscape of white - sun reflecting But not for long - soon it’s melting During the night - freezing of sludge Rough surface walk - bit of a t......

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...She slipped from among us in search of good hummus, like a whispery breeze at the scent of chickpeas; escapes for tahini rivalled old Houdini. Her nose for good cumin was simply inhuman, her ......

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..."recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..." Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings) Buried deep in t......

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...Dear Winter and Spring, Read this letter carefully. It's very urgent. Winter, we've suffered From freezing our booties off, Horrible snowstorms; Shoveling outside, Thirty mile-per-hour win......

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... Iced down in a wooden tub, Chilled more with rock salt, Taking turns, Tom Sawyer style, Hand-cranked until firm. Remove the paddle, Barely scrape, Lick! Homemade ice cream with fre......

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...Shadows are but sign posts, fleeting moment capsules, brown leaf portent creeper‘s auto-pilot, tarpaulin-sky mist draped on ancient chapel spire, worship at the coat tail of a wrinkled orange r......

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...The bucket sits idle catching the dripping of dreams discoloring as they evaporate. Their tenuous connection to time now but an echo in the bucket. The bucket has never held any maudlin myste......

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...Hard Case Brubaker was a real big fat fecker He lived by the jail and hunted escaped cons Using three Bloodhouds and his wits He carried a shotgun loaded for cons With rock salt to maim but not ......

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...Winter's wake-rows of black stones and rock salt.......

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...Old man winter slaps at the soul. But my spade is smiling and sharpened. I was born in Buffalo. So, my bones are made from ice picks. The heart pumps out rock salt by the bowl. I've been through......

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...It was difficult to revisit, the birth therapy. Arms had no emotions, the violence will not go. Let us take a back road for the sake of anatomy. And find out a man and the woman to b......

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...Mountain Of Mango Ice-Cream It seems ages since we were young and untamed, enjoying rural pleasures Summers were long and mango ice-cream sessions a ritual in the evenings A thin custard was mad......

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