Sanctuary.... Poems - Poems about Sanctuary....

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J-ustified E-motional N-ook N-urtures I-nner F-orlorn E-ffect, R-estoring T-ranquility A-mid N-ightfall ©bfa062525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Jennifer I. Tan)...

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Within the circle’s quiet pulse lies a deeper truth: when we shape our ways by kindness, trust takes root. The classroom holds a sacred space, where hearts find hope, and fears erase. Not just a room with desk and board, But a haven where the soul is restored. A whisper heard, a glance that sees— Each moment sown like sacred seeds. Mistakes aren’t...

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Walls soft as the sky, Seeds of courage gently sown— Mistakes are doorways, Voices bloom in laughter's light, Hearts grow wide, brave, and curious. ________________________________________________________________ Author’s Note: In this hidden grove, stumbles whisper secrets and questions hold unseen light. Find grace in shadows and hope in every hushed voice....

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N-ature O-pens R-eflections A-mid C-alming U-niverse, N-urturing A-ll N-otions A-bout N-ow ©bfa061325 Monocrostic (Birthday of Nora S. Cunanan)...

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We are natural bodies outside engaging spiritual souls inside So also, and with more significant integrity in this domesticated desecrating lack of thriving home We are timeless souls with spacious bodies Sexual souls with sacred bodies Sensational sages called to musing ordinations, sensexual singing souls communing sacred dancing bodies Inside pleasure history's reweaving healthy rites outside passion mystery's re-ligioning wild wealth sights Of natural wilderness bodies restoring spiritual sanctuary souls. ...

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The cemetery is not silent. It hums—soft and steady— like a lullaby remembered just before sleep. This is not a place of endings, but of quiet continuance. Here, the earth does not mourn— it holds. It listens. It welcomes. Beneath the moss and carved stone, beneath the careful flowers and fading names, a family has gathered— not bound by blood, but by something far more enduring: the simple truth that no...

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Days, months and years to all are special, Because the rate of occurrences are spatial, A deliberate art of super human, To propel celebration of event and man, Even those that are tragically comic. We hold high birthdays for they are annual crops, Centurys' first day is sold in a rare kiosk ain't shops, A new day in a decade is ten...

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In the liquid sanctuary of silent noons, where steam rises to the sky like an unfulfilled dream, we meet in the dance of waters, two spirits swaying under the warm curtain, her hands, springs of tenderness, flow over me like an ancient promise, each touch is a verse etched on my skin, a poem written in whispers, she commands...

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We came not for conquest, but for containment— though conquest is what happens when containment itches beneath the skin like sulfur spores in a sealed lung. They had the secret. Not gold, not weapons, not prophecy— but language that healed. Real language— not poetry, not prayer, but syntax of cells. Their infants spoke in codons. Their trees rustled in protein sequences. Their dead decomposed into algorithms that rewrote the...

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Quietly, waves from the sea wander ashore in a slow, perpetual motion of calm white foam washing the sand as it tumbles back into the sea leaving wet sand that turns pink from the rising sun as the horizon becomes a wide red ribbon of light Slowly, the waves' rhythm leads me on a peaceful journey that beckons a realm of...

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A gentle breeze composed a rhythmic ballad That danced throughout the lavish trees and bountiful terrain of nature's divine savanna. A melodic weeping from a nearby willow Serenaded the new dawn like a morning lullaby. Abundant blades of amber and green Adorned the grass, knoll Each stalk aligned like perfect little soldiers Standing guard over their precious mother earth. Perched high upon...

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A gentle breeze composed a rhythmic ballad that danced throughout the lavish branches and bountiful terrain of nature's divine savanna A melodic weeping from a nearby willow serenaded the new dawn like a morning lullaby Abundant blades of amber and green adorned the grassy knoll each stalk aligned like perfect little soldiers standing guard over their precious mother earth Perched high upon...

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Going into her room, I understood her devotion, I saw her consecration. March 15, 2025. ...

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Farewell, o' weary traveller. The stormy clouds now ever lift'd. From that mortal night unto which you drift'd. Daemons, once so fierce, shall make no further sounds. For now, at last your sanctuary has been found. The world around shall always pass 'n' go. But in your name, as rose of love shall ever grow. 'N' tho' you've now succumb unto your...

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