Sacs Poems - Poems about Sacs

...1. Raucous winds sweep pristine waves against gods' sepulchral canvas as stagnant, sharp wings' frames rose from malnourished hearts; ends of elongated crosses marked beginnings of rotten, veno......

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...On reflection, a shining mirror lays my core ethos bear, inkling etched on mien can’t escape deep probing, tilted jaw, gleaming eyes, vivacious aspect, express an ardent quest for exponential flo......

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... They often ask me how I like it, this move I made in 2022. And I tell them that my likability is rather mixed. "How's the rain, heat, and humidity?", they ask. And I tell them, "It's plen......

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...Was thrown into a room, out of my will, And locked the door from outside, as if to kill; To kill my inner soul and scare it to death. To make me beg for even a single puff of breath. To them, the......

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...I am a eukaryotic cell with various organelles, I am present in various shapes of stellate, spherical and knob threads. Nucleus is my brain, Which has karyolymph and a nuclear membrane. Closer to......

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... Robert Burns knew schemes. Like all of us, His vanity Lent him an illusion Of control. How did his wisdom come? Did his head fall beneath the trap? The cat is away, time to play. What's dea......

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...Erato leads the mind right into the zone To look for the sweet nectar sought by the bee As it fills its sacs with light, colour and tone Heavy winged ,replete ,it returns to its tree There its de......

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...DEAD END STREET --WHY do dead end roads Exist "Are you my enemy, if you’re not my friend? Alternative exit without exit should be posted dead end When “Google” tells you turn right......

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...It's in big letters And I can't see beyond the sign They talk about messages Well that one is emblazoned on my eyelids Walk forward, stop The end of the line is right where you started Povert......

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...can we know the truth was the question before Ludwig Wittgenstein the thought pondered by all the great minds philosophy, theology, and science could produce and i have pondered all of this then......

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...Anti-Poem — “Baxter Street Monday” me trudging walking gripping onward forward traipsing baxter street monday and its steep inclines going up like a dizzy sparrow passing vertical merry go ......

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...Warm June afternoon The mirror I stare into Shows my coldest fear In the summer air Dancing molecules of sweat Await a new home Its spikes like arrows Our cells a shield of tissue Waiting......

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...There are times when my thoughts make me dizzy. What day is it? Did I forget to make an appointment? My mind becomes so boggled that I'm thrown into a tizzy, knowing more hours in a day ......

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...Gateway town, Mississippi and Missouri river flooding confluence, with its celebration of manifest destiny, its looming, iconic archway. Stainless westward marker, its culture flowed southward for ......

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...For some 30 years, I was faced with Cul-De-Sacs. No resident in those Cul-De-Sacs exited without facing my house. A few years ago, I began to muse over the significance of Cul-De-Sacs in my lif......

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