Salvage Poems - Poems about Salvage

The days feel like years ...

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Stair carefully dear into the unknown abyssal void. Pier was once past and now rotted and rictus, petrified. Hue manatee threaded ten den and garnet. Ruby teardrops and crimson Damascus drips droplets, like a leak key faucet in the dead of night. Scarlet necklace four by one who did sow much, kismet of my bloodlust and neck crow man sea. Fools are...

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Salvage yards hand me down throttle starters transmission brawls Clutch drive spent wheels ravages Four-wheel drive, five-speed Savages, all this going on in the Salvage junkyard tow yard Just 500 feet from the freeway? 2/21/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©...

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"Salvage" Salvage the fixating salvation unfurling from the wreckage of a numb world twisted inside treasure climbs swimming the ladder from the deep of all things reaching upwards travelling in a new time of melting morpheme moments overlapping dissolved differences, tight discrepancies peppering the salt stings something honest and clean scours more pure the bleeding jetsam some kind of...

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Am I humble enough to say, I still wonder where to go? The path that I must travel, Surely, someday, I will know ... I build my sand-walled castle, For what more can I do? And the sea erodes my workings; I must turn my gaze to you. My mind meanders aimlessly, Attempts in vain to trace, The outlines of your majesty - The meaning of...

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Here we are again at a point with no vantage Trying my hardest to see your point while that finger I see you point Feel like im at a disadvantage while you tell me im only here to take advantage But baby I love you and you love me too! So our viscious cycle recycles as we turn...

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Salvage Trip Melancholy shook her hips when she saw his little ship A four seater didn't exactly make for an exciting trip Still she shrugs all a board Ship ahoy on his slight sword Ships a sea twenty waves "have we embarked" she quips connie pachecho 8/21/17...

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On one sultry August day In a clearing in the woods Within a long delay for salvaged auto goods Amid decaying vans, under glaring sun High above one ant, homebound, on the run... Along a rugged trail of micro hill and dale Between pebbles and sprigs Over shards and twigs ...

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Torn and tattered, broken and bashed, but never defeated I salvage life. To give up is unacceptable, to run and hide despicable to me so I salvage life. Times are not always good and circumstances not always fair I am happy to live. Happy to say my pain won't win. My smile gives me strength, a kind word to...

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"SALVAGE" My life was full of hard knock questions Looking for answers in fickle reflections Fishing for a mainland crew of three There was always the romance of the sea. But lonely sailors dock for beer and bed Mixing shame and content, I got a full head With company some views are never mellow My favorites include a vision from The...

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Number 35 SALVAGE Ideas and thoughts I borrow all Prime a new plot Old deeds fit call Leon Enriquez 24 January 2015 Singapore...

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The spark somehow has disappeared Everything has lost its shine Like a lighthouse without a light To show direction Does it mean that it will not come back? Do we float around on clouds that Appear so fluffy That we pretend everything is fine? Drifting along on a boat that’s sinking With no NSRI in sight – Grab your life...

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In a tunnel of lights I see my life at the end Burning a candle Trying to handle My ills and my past Directing the cast And I better move fast Because this window will not last If I believe in salvaging my past...

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Through wisdom and control fear a reluctant challenger... Side with me my courage... All fools banished to oblivion- Trail blazer mighty warrior... leading the charge... heart and soul in formation... Quill and scroll retrieved- All time has led here... poised and ready I believe- born to be at the helm... born to lead - lead alone- one adviser trusted in time- need not be pendulum of mind- The darkness...

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An old herbal gard’ner turned bard dedicated and well-versed now works his pen from his backyard in plants and poems immersed. His choice nouns engender meaning cleverly minted with scents. Rare verbs gingerly gleaning from time’s savory essence. Somewhat focused on composing but nettled by a drizzle; unexpected down-hosing causes this poet to fizzle. Lo! His inspiration now gone like the ink upon his page. Mrs. Bard calls from...

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