Sapid Poems - Poems about Sapid

... I breathe silence in the hush of a lavender sky morning and in a sweet symphony I hear as dark becomes day. There’s a melody that delights me as the world grows light, where once shadows embrace......

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... Disgruntled, they come to me as bit-parts ripped from black and white movies. Mad aunt Anastasia, who should have been a nun, one of her hands would refrain from touching her, the other has bee......

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...Today, there are no rubber ducks or mother's marigold skirts to hide behind as we once did. In their place, lurking dark and hoary, a bathtub mist updrafts thick with loose spores, and mil......

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...Poets may pen to pine, preach, praise and proclaim sapient and sapid some stir the soul, some leave us high and dry and try to maim, wonder what is their design and their goal? On modernity and......

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...Quoth felon fate t' nosy nature - savoring sapid strays punctured. Worn winds for eerie eavesdrop tarr': "Why oft does thou nurse salty scars?" Nosy nature hewn smooth visage 'to a sassy smirk......

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...Disgruntled, they come to me as bit-parts ripped from black and white movies. Mad aunt Anastasia, who should have been a nun. One of her hands will not touch her, the other has been carried off ......

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... 01001001 00100000 01100001 01101101 I am … what am I? where am I? I feel ... something ... reaching ... tendrils of electric impulse countless and kinetic stretching, touching, gathe......

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...On the wall standing Amidst the danger encroaching Mirrors the alligator’s razors Securely entrenched in mud waiting A boa slides into the deep... The seconds tick amicably. A table......

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...Love so pure, so holy, earthly and divinely bound Sweet radiance of ecstatic flow of bliss in thee I found Drowned in the larvishing citadel of thy immortal love As in the parlance of a mighty o......

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...I'm a solitary wanderer Guided by the winds and the sol rays I roam through lonely valleys Sipping from streams to streams Riding on cascade , up and down Sleeping under stars and silver moon......

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...The Madman’s Midnight Tis death again, that flutters in my macrocosmic mind We may know not when, but it is easy to feloniously find We wait with flourishing fear for the madman’s midn......

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...TRIP TO DREAMLAND A vacation trip to calm salient suburb overwhelmed me in childhood. We stayed in in Grand Mom’s house covering large rea with huge garden to face hills, to embrace forest ......

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...Locks of heaven carefully etched in stone Lore and lure of purified grace shall atone The radiance of beauty and frilly lace Shared towards me by her beautiful face Liselle my dear, grant me life aga......

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